walked corridors

You walked through those corridors of the old painted school.
Without Fear
Without Shame

Head held high as you were always brave.
Never arrogant
As you have always been

You talked to me from dirty old alleys to those clean cut fields
No Matter Place
No Matter Race

For we will...

Hold up the barrels and shoot em' high
I will always remember you...
my friend in the sky.

to one that I really wish i cared more
to one that I really will miss

R.I.P Ganesan 1991-2010.


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