Unable to acknowledge what it is 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!