Growed-Up

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 always 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 ahead,

With the grace of a woman,

Not the grief of a child.

And you learn,

Because tomorrow’s ground is falling down in mid flight,

To build all your roads on today,

Too uncertain for plans,

And futures have a way,

After a while you learn,

That even 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 you flowers.

And you learn.

That you really can endure.

That you are really strong.

And you really do have worth.

And you learn, and you learn,

With every good bye and every ending… you learn.

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