It’s the way she weaved the sunlight in her hair,
Humming through her eyes with a tranquil flair 
And it didn’t really matter if she was over there
But I could almost swear that her angelic glare
Always chased away the mounting despair
But you see?
She tip-toed to the stars and left me here,
Flailing like debris and playing tag with fear,
I’ve learnt how to get lost in the clear, to wear a perfect mask and to always play pretend,
Even happiness hurts when you’re falling out of gear 
But I’ll always remember that every chapter has its end.
© Prince