In the quiet of the morning light,
I rise with dreams and hopes in sight,
A studentâs path, both tough and bright,
My heart is set, my spiritâs flight.
With books in hand and mind so keen,
I tread the halls where thoughts convene,
Each lesson learned, a stepping stone,
To worlds unknown, to minds yet grown.
Through trials faced and pressures high,
I find the strength to reach the sky,
My passion fuels each day anew,
A quest for knowledge, deep and true.
As days unfold and years will pass,
Iâll cherish moments in each class,
For I am more than grades and tests,
A journeyâs end, a studentâs quest.