Brooke is a dream of a lifetime.
She
only knows how to love.
Brooke is a poem with her own rhyme.
She gets the words from above.
Brooke sees a flower in winter
When
no one else knows it's there.
Brooke hears a bird singing sweetly
When no one else really cares.
When my world is dark with
fear
Lonely
teardrops all I hear
Pieces of
my past appear
And
I know the end is near
Will I last another year?
Yes
-- because of you, dear.
Brooke is a reason for springtime.
She
makes the clouds go away.
Brooke is a rainbow in sunshine.
She turns my night into day.
Brooke is a song that my heart
sings.
She only thinks what is pure.
Brooke only cares for what good brings.
She is a dream -- that is sure.
