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 grounds are too
uncertain for plans. So 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...
Love
