After a while, you learn the subtle difference
Between holding a hand and chaining a soul,

And you learn that love doesn't mean leaning
And company doesn't mean security,
And you begin to learn that kisses aren't contracts,
And presents aren't promises.

And you begin to accept your defeats
With your head up and your eyes open,
With the grace of an adult
Not the grief of a child

And you learn to build all your roads on today because tomorrow's ground is too uncertain for plans, and future's have a way of falling down in mid-flight

After a while, you learn that even the sunshine burns if you get too much.

So plant your own garden
Decorate your own soul,
Instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers

And you learn that you really can endure…
That you are really strong
And you really do have worth.
And you learn and learn.
With every good-bye you learn.