When you start living an independent life/you start too enthusiastically and with wrong perceptions/which were valid only in the boundaries of your so called home and not outside.But soon 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 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 the grace of a man, not the grief of a child, and learn to build all your roads on today because tomorrow's ground is too uncertain for plans and futures have a way of falling down in mid-flight/after a while you learn that even sunshine burns if you have 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 really are strong and you really do have worth/and you learn and learn with every person you meet or employ/you learn with every friend or lover you learn/with every goodbye you learn.