After awhile you learn the subtitle
difference between holding hands
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.
You begin to learn to accept you’re
Defeats with your head up, and you’re
Eyes open, with the grace of an adult
Not the grace of a child.
You learn to build all your
Roads on today because tomorrow’s ground
Is too uncertain for plans
After awhile you learn that even sunshine
Burns it when you get to much.
So plant your own garden
And decorate your own soul instead
Of waiting for someone to send you flowers.
And you learn that you really
endure. . .
that you really are strong,
And that you really do have
worth.
