After awhile you learn the subtle difference
Between holding a hand and chaining a soul.
And you learn that love doesn’t mean learning
And company doesn’t mean security.
And you begin to understand that kisses aren’t contacts
And presents aren’t promises
And you begin to accept your defeats
With your head held high and your eyes open
With the grace of a woman, not the grief of a child
You learn to build your roads
On today because tomorrow’s ground
Is too uncertain for plans, and futures have
A way of falling in mid-flight.
After a while you learn that even sunshine
Burns if you get too much,
So plant your own garden and decorate
Your own soul, instead of waiting
For someone to bring you flowers.
And you learn that you really can endure.
That you really are strong
And that you really do have worth
And you learn and learn…and you learn
With every goodbye you learn.