It's not just the ink on a heavy white page,
Or the bars of a classroom, a silent stone cage.
It's the spark in the dark when a question is born,
The golden first light of a brand-new morn.
It's the power to speak when the world stays mute,
To plant in the desert a flourishing root.
To read between lines where the shadows are deep,
And wake up the giants that were fallen asleep.
Numbers are puzzles and history is a map,
Bridging the distance and filling the gap.
It's the armor you wear when the storms start to rise,
The wisdom that's hidden behind weary eyes.
No one can steal what you've built in your mind,
The treasures of logic and the truths that you find.
It's the ladder to stars, it's the wind for your wing,
The courage to listen and the freedom to sing.
So don't just memorize, let the knowledge ignite,
A fire that burns through the thick of the night.
For the more that you learn, the more you will see,
That the ultimate goal is to finally be free.