Sitting in middle of crowded room
Waiting for the flowers to bloom
The sound of your tip toe
Is like the echo of our foe
Your chalk as the sword
her shields are her uttered word
maybe this can fight the devils
for us to make our dreams to be real
Hero, word that describe a champion
Teacher, a profession with compassion
Hero, only few are true
But did you know that it was you?
Every time you teach your children
You’ve never been tired giving us acumen
Loving us with all your heart
Is also giving all your part
Even the most naïve student
Then her time was to them was spent
Time for their family that thirst
And all their emotions just burst
My future, im the one who mold it
But my teachers help me from the pit
Aid me from my darkest hour
Taste the sweetness of my life hat too sour
If I could go back to my schools day
Teachers I wish I could pay
From my debts that help from this
And receive all love’s kiss
Your poignant voice still lingers
Testing this tough life’s arbiter
I struggle all of them from the start
Because I did all it with all my heart
Your profession is your trademark
Job that like on the bible’s ark
Work that cant be copied
By the people who envied
We all hold on for what we pray
Wish that to be smooth as a white clay
Teacher, teacher, you made me what I am
Because teacher you’re the hero of my identity
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