Graduation '06

Unable to acknowledge what it was
Underneath the mask of every graduates
Tears plopped down the cheeks

It had been a great journey
Along with the bickering, gossips and fights
Without each and every characteristic
The crowd would not have been the same
You guys made the pigment a great colour
That is, the colour of our own!

Graduation ought not be an end
No distance of place or lapse of time
Would fade out our friendship
There will always be an utopia
Where we stored our stories

The crowd is gone but not our promise
Our memories lay in a field of grace
Let's get ready to sail
For nerves of oars awaiting us
Let's beat'em up with flying colours!

Guys, remember though..
Our schooling may be over
Yet never our friendship
We had our amazing rhymes
We are the best of mates
We are the class of 2006!