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 promises..And you begin to accept your defeats with your head high..

And your eyes open..With the grace of an adult..Not the grief of a child..

And you learn to build all of your roads on today..Because tomorrows ground is too uncertain for plans..

After a while you learn that sunshine burns if you get too much..

So plant your own garden..And decorate your own soul..

Instead of waiting for someone else to bring you those flowers..

And you learn that you really can endure pain..

And you really are strong..And you really do have worth..

hey that was a nice kinda of up lefty poem at the end keep you headup