As I move along the edges so white,
The ones, which ate desperate to reveal their pride,
No matter how, they achieved this success,
With a strong will heart, and a walk of as fierce,
Though they touched the heights of glory,
They still produce the same flowery.
No bars are there to learn & rise,
With trust so fond, and teachers nice.
All perhaps that you’ll find is here,
No teacher, students, but a family bear.
They live each other; they dwell in one other,
If the root is one, the stem becomes another.
Tiring and growing with success &bond,
U can’t mark up what’s their fond,
They want to rise and rise up high,
And with this walk through they want to sigh.
Yes we are one, and we are only one,
If u have cherished, may join us come,
SRIMCA produces the warriors tough,
Who gospel wealth of success & love