What do I offer thee,
The inspriration from which,
My aspiration was engineered..
For I was under the cloud,
Around you were,
Keeping me sound,
So I could do u proud..

Upon ur shoulders,
The cross was laid
And the oath was sworn.
"A promise to be oppressed,
That I may impress"
In despair,
You appear,
Always to repair..
Your umbrella stretched,
Covering my head
Whilst you were drenched..
Beads running down your forehead..

All through the travail,
I prevailed,
In the shelter of ur arms
And the strength of ur voice,
You once said,
"My son,
Put in zest, in this ur quest,
That you may beat ur chest,
When you pass the test,
You might lose ur vest,
If ever, you try to rest,
Although, you seem a pest,
I know,
You can be the best..