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 learn to build all your roads on today,

because tomorrow's ground is so uncertain for plans...

And future's 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 good-bye, you learn...