Any day hardship comes my way,
It turns it into a moody day.
I can only give a painful laughter
to be my comfort rafter.
It then reminds me of my mom's saying
"the dry bone can rise again"

Among my friends, I am condemn.
As a biscuit bone,when I follow them,
they will beat me unfairly.
I cry back home ocean of tears daily
"stop weeping" I encouraged myself for
the dry bone can rise again.

In my neighbourhood,I am nobody.
very fruitless and useless somebody.
I lack further endurance.
I can do anything in annoyance ,
but I have to cool my temper for
the dry bone can rise again.

In my class,I am the dullest,
even as i'm the tallest.
When I talk,shorts and skirts give me mock.
They jeered and made me a laughing stock.
I swallowed all the bitter pills because
the dry bone can rise again.

My mother said situation of mine will move;
from negative to positive,
zero to hero,nobody to somebody,
illiterate to sturdy.
I believe her because
the dry bone can rise again.