Our heart is replete with dreams,
Dreams that we hold on with such passion.
It runs through our life like streams,
Leading to the sea of our mission.
We see oysters of coarse talent,
Lie within us as in a deep sea.
Let’s gather the hidden pearls without relent,
And exhibit them for the world to see.
For a thrust of love we yearn,
For a pat from a dear or near one,
Who could drive us in our zest to learn,
And explore all the oysters under the sun.
Let us work to realize that big dream,
When every pearl of our talent refined,
Would prove to be a quenching stream,
For mortals with lives confined.