I've never been the one to be different,
You've never stayed the same,
Through every graceful movement I see a sparkle of new,
And I remember an old part of me.

My heart is grey and coated in dust,
It's nothing pretty now after all it's faced,
But hope has always had a knack for curing,
Sometimes I wish you'd help it along.

Of course, you have no responsibility,
Just the obligation of friendship,
And that has it's limits,
Limits only I seem to cross.

I cant change who I am, even for you,
I can just try my best to stay silent,
I'll keep everything within me at bay,
And restrain my eyes to friendship.


One of my favorite places, the end of Oak Meadows. It looks out over all of East Yorba Linda and the 241 freeway
the first pic is east yl, second the freeway, third the beginning of the gigantic range that extends to san diego.