After a while you learn the subtle differenceBetween holding a hand and chaining the soul,And you learn that love doesn't mean security,And you begin to learn that kisses aren't contractsAnd presents aren't promisesAnd you begin to accept your defeatsWith your head up and your eyes openWith the grace of a grown up, not the grief of a child,And you learn to build all your roadsOn today, because tomorrow's groundIs too uncertain. And futures haveA way of falling down in midflight.After awhile you learn that even sunshineburns if you get too much.So you 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 endureThat you really are strong,And you learn and learn.With every goodbye you learn.