Bree

The weekend sings, when everyone can hear me, on my silent wings, stars pour thru my bones, can everybody see, my songs all of home, the yellow light of Spring, brings my fresh dreams, they sure make me feel, sometimes when I groan, mind shallow as Disney, the beach is stony hollow, but now to better things, I sail upon the sea, hot sun on my jeans, I rein my bitter tones, look forward to be happy, embrace summer flings, am a girl that's funny.