After a while, you learn the subtle difference
between holding a hand and chaining a soul.
And you learn that love 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 a woman, not the grief of a child.
And you learn to build all your roads on today,
because tomorrow's ground is too uncertain.
And futures have a way of falling down
   in mid-flight.
After a while, you learn that even sunshine
   burns, 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 endure,
 that you really are strong,
  and you really do have worth.
And you learn and learn,
with every goodbye you learn.