Aaron

A Bolton man through and through,
a whites fan 'til I die.
To this, you always remained true
as they carried you on high.
No boots, no glory is what you said
and you lived for every match.
we still can't believe that you are dead,
your life was so cruelly snatched.

Carried high once again
on the shoulders of men,
with white roses we litter the ground.
And you are the pride
we carry inside
at a time when no hope can be found