There’s a guy in class 2A,
You can’t miss him anyway.
Sang, his name, is hidden,
To his friends, that name is forbidden.
As Tiến, he’d rather be known
For with that name, ...
There’s a guy in class 2A,
You can’t miss him anyway.
Sang, his name, is hidden,
To his friends, that name is forbidden.
As Tiến, he’d rather be known
For with that name, up has he grown.
If you’ve seen him long enough
You are bound to see this stuff
It is I, the cross he always wears,
Who listen to all his prayers
(He also has a crucifix,
But I'm favored above all other relics)
I certainly know who he is,
(without making him take a silly quiz!)
On his lips, always lies a smile,
Though not necessarily with style
For he seeks to comfort others,
As he considers friends sisters and brothers
Boy, does he love to socialize
He knows people in all shapes and sizes
And sometimes they take him for granted,
It’s OK, they aren’t worth more than a mantid.
I heard him pray, not for them,
But for those he loves, ahem,
The people whom he keeps in his heart,
Who in his life, they’re a part.
He prays a lot, for he believes in God,
And that belief has not for one day flawed.