Among the ringing bells,
Over the laughter and cheers,
Is a place which bears the mark,
Of all our younger years

The grass fields still burn with spirit,
A stage where battles were bloodily fought,
Victories flaunted and insults hurled,
Become the youthful amusement in our hearts

The bathroom walls hold private whispers,
Its floors soaked in unseen tears,
Yet the ghosts of comforts given and shared,
Haunt the place where feelings showed clear

The classroom desks are witness to the misery,
Which gave birth to daydreams under sunshine,
And in this common place, all the voices remain,
Carrying memories of the second family we made

So we trace the dust in the halls,
Unveiling footprints never erased,
So nostalgically warm yet cruelly cool,
Here is the home we call school