Y.A.

You are the stream that comes from the creek
The knowledge that pops out of the books
The tie that fits the shirt
The music that bring tears to my eyes
The day that we lived with a wide range of opposite interests and a whatever goodbye

You are the day that touches my hope
And that hope that touches me;
The break on (our) mouth
The hands that I need to feel
The dream that I want to be real

You are what you are
Not what I want you to be.