To Our Parents: 

How could we possibly thank you enough, to the ones who made us whole.

The ones to whom we owe our lives, the forming of our souls.

The ones who tucked us in at night, the ones who stopped our crying, 
The ones who were experts, at knowing when we were lying.

The ones who made such sacrifices, to always put us first,

Who let us test our broken wings, In spite of how it hurt.

Who painted the world a rainbow, when it was filled with broken dreams,

Who explained it all so clearly, when nothing was what it seemed.

What way is there to thank you, for your heart, your sweat, your tears, for ten thousand little things you did, for oh so many years.

For changing with us as we changed, accepting all our flaws,

Not loving because you had to, but loving "just because."

For never giving up on us, when your wits had reached their end,

For always being proud of us, for being our most reliable friends.

And so we come to realize, the only way to say, 

The only thank you that's enough, is clear in just one way.

Look at us before you, and see what we've become,

Do you see yourselves in us? The job that you have done?

All your hopes and all your dreams, the strength no one ever saw, a transfer over many years.

Your best was passed to us all.

Thank you for the gifts you give, for everything you do.

But most of all, thank you for making our dreams come true.