To my teacher
To my teacher1 min 244 1 min 244
Don't leave my hand, I may fall.
Just hold me firm, I stand tall.
Don't show what's grey in me,
select the white, as that may heal.
Don't let sums and theorems
capture my innocence,
Please give some space for my perseverance.
I need revival and ray of hope
don't let me down for a professional scope.
Slow and quieter maybe my skills
they will blossom with your drills.
I portray my best in front of you
efforts to conceal apprehension from you.
Without my saying will you agree
I have something best in me.
I will try, try and try, don't lose hope
I will not deprive.
Next to God regarded is your place
give me a chance to be in your solace.