Lord I don't know which way I am going, which way the river gonna flow; it just seems that upstream I keep rowing, still got such a long way to go. still got such a long way to go. And that light hits your eyes, I know I swear we'll find somewhere the streets are paved with gold. Bullets fly, split the sky, but that's alright sometimes sunlight comes streaming through the holes.

We live so close that we've probably seen the same bird the same time, they solemnly scream. One day I'll find just that friend who can see all this weird beauty thrown right at me.

It scares me how much I'm capable of changing, my mind and my beliefs and my morals and my everyday actions and worldview. Is anything certain? Is my never ending change indication of growing up and maturing or hiding from things I don't want to confront in myself. I don't know. Can I be certain of anything that I am, if I'm so capable of 180 degree change in so short a time?

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 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 woman, 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.

And 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 really are strong And you really do have worth And you learn and learn… With every goodbye, you learn.