Maybe

Maybe we are meant to meet the wrong people.

Maybe we're meant to fall before we fly,

To scratch our knees on the pavement and cry

And spend just a moment feeling that pain

Before our mothers pick us up and hold us tight.

Maybe we are meant to get a taste of the wrong,

So that we know when we find the right.

The trick is not to avoid the pain and the fear

And the wrong people

But to savor it only for a moment,

Not to stay in that moment

Lying on the ground

But to let ourselves be picked up and carried away

And nursed back to health.

So that we can try again, stronger,

One step closer to soaring through the sky.

And one day we'll take off without effort

And our hearts will sing like the birds,

And we'll meet another flying soul

That's fallen just as many times

And never stopped getting back up again.

Maybe we are meant to meet the wrong people

So that when we finally learn

To let the wind guide our wings

We'll know that we've found the right ones.