After
a while you begin to 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 learn to accept your defeats with your head up
and your eyes wide open with the grace of a woman
not the grief of a child...
You begin to build all your roads on today,
for tomorrow's ground is uncertain
and futures have a way of falling down in midflight...
After a while you learn that
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 the flowers...
After a while you learn that you
really have worth
And you learn and you learn
With every painful experience, you learn...
~~~~~ENTER~~~~~