"Here is to the stories that never finished but we made it past the end.
The people that kept us from falling, we still had to let go of their hand.
The messages that we ddn't want to say but we found a way to send.
The poems we kept in our hearts because no one else would understand.
Here is to the love and the pain that keep us going.
Through thunders, lightning and storms, we kept rowing.
Not a tear in our eyes was ever showing.
All the heart breaking that our heart stays knowing.
Held my hand still when the rhymes kept flowing.
Here is to taking all the blows that life kept throwing.
Now all the places that were hit a million times, can take a million more.
And even that pen that I held on to so hard, I can let go.
Here is to learning, that the poet is not the one who writes a thousand rhymes, a thousand times.
The poet is the one who doesn't say a word, and the silence rhymes."
© Prince