“Comes the Dawn ... And you begin to accept your defeats With your head held high and your eyes open, With the grace of a woman, not the grief of a child. You learn to build your roads On today because tomorrow’s ground Is too uncertain for plans, and futures have A way of falling down in midflight. ... And you learn that you can really endure, That you really are strong And you really do have worth And you learn and learn … and you learn With every goodbye you learn.”