Our Future, Our Dreams, Our Hopes

Though our economy is set to flow
Today’s grim state made people’s morale low
In the PAP, each plays our part
At MPS, we go console the hearts
Telling the broken hearted
Or those with visions shrouded
That help will be rendered
Surpluses, O’ our treasury cannot be plundered
just to save the few
but help is rendered to those deserving their due;
Homeless and those who are ill
will not be burdened with high bills
Mean testing or not
Singaporeans will not be forgot
At rising tide,
And rising above the hillside
A dragon lies along its slope
On his ascent, giving new rays of hopes
Then the dreams of men of herds
with hopes like the soaring birds
will pray and wish
That our sea of opportunities is filled with fish
Enough for all
Striving and thriving for more
For we shall build, a cosmopolitan and a great city
Away from the gloom, doom and self pity (of today)