Hiding my sorrows and covering my smiles
But after a while, you will learn the subtle difference between
Holding a hand and chaining a soul
You learn that Love doesn’t mean leaning
And company doesn’t mean security
You begin to learn that kisses aren’t contracts
And presents aren’t promises
You begin to accept your defeat on a wounded knee like warriors
With the grace of an Adult not the grief of a child
You learn to build your roads on today
Because the slate of tomorrow is in the hands of uncertainty
After a while you learn that sunshine burns if you get too much
So plant your garden and decorate your soul
Never wait for strangers to bring you flowers
And you learn that a Quiet whisper breaks a loud Silence
