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•April 7, 2010 • Leave a CommentPentecost!!, Jesus is Risen!!
•April 5, 2010 • 1 CommentAlive!! The Lord our God is risen from the dead, let us all celebrate his living legacy!!
As the days of his living are within the times of our lives, let us all celebrate life with him as we go through our daily lives. We shall reminisce the presence of the living God, hallelujah!!
Let us glorify him through our hymn of unending praise!!
MAGIC 25
•April 4, 2010 • Leave a Comment
Congratulations to the first batch of PSHS-CVisC! The song attached is composed by our batch top notcher, Jacob Noel Inguito. This song tells about our story. Have fun!
Creating Dreams
I
It started with a circle
It started with those smiles
It started with our jokes, and jokes, and jokes
In this place and strangers we were then as we will always be
II
We’re playing in the hallways
That’s a lot to say
We’re trying to catch our breaths away
When these handsome guys and pretty girls are in their way
Ref. I
It was such a funny four-year tour
Now a prison break is going to occur
Perhaps it’s time to take it all outside
While I’m still here you’re still by my side
Chorus
We once dreamt and here it is
We deserve another kind of bliss
Though it’s end it’s now a new beginning
Though farewell it’s still worth believing
That we made it, that we made it
III
At last the sleepless nights are paused
Also noodle strands are lost
When, we spent some time to talk and were alone
Still our coffees spilled against our toast
IV
Turning back may be permitted
To grab the moments from the past we miss
But if you can don’t let your tear drop
‘Cause we must first pack our things up
(Repeat Chorus)
Ref. II
It was such a roller coaster ride
Now it’s coming to a stop to see how we have changed inside
Perhaps it’s time to take it all outside
While I’m still here you’re still by my side
(Repeat Chorus)
Bridge
Let’s make ourselves proud in this end of an empire
These magic 25
Taking years slowly with each sunset and sunrise
Waking up with our heads held high, held high
(Repeat I)



