And you learn that love does not mean security.
And you begin to learn that kisses aren't contracts and presents aren't promises.
And you begin to accept you defeats with you 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 you own soul
Instead of waiting for someone else to bring you flowers.
And you learn that you really can endure.
That you really are strong and you really have worth.
And you learn and learn. With every goodbye you learn...