Oh how I miss them – my yesteryears -

The teachers, the staff and all my peers.

Thirteen years – from three to sixteen,

Oh how I miss them now at eighteen.

Nothing more special has ever happened to me,

Than ” VMS, VMS hail to thee”.

In freedom, in bondage, in ecstacy or woe,

VMS is where my thoughts seek to go.

Whenever I traversed a path that was dark,

VMS showed me an illumine spark.

Nothing more special has ever happened to me,

Than ” VMS, VMS hail to thee”.

In glade and bower, be drought or shower,

VMS gives my spirit – some power.

It makes proud to have had thy shade,

Those thirteen years in memory won’t fade.

Nothing more special has ever happened to me,

Than ” VMS, VMS hail to thee”.

But today I won’t shed my tears for thee, 

As I want to give you a happy me.

Today I boast being your foster-son,

And I don’t complain for not being the only one.

Nothing more special could have ever happened to me,

Than ” VMS, VMS hail to thee”.