Hope I hope this new school has a Cheri who'll think daydreamers are
First Day I duck down in the seat of my new class To these kids I'm not Gabby yet I'm just Shy Girl Who Lives Inside Her Head No one even knocks on the door for a visit They don't know it's beautiful in
Gabby One week in and already my new teacher complains about how much I daydream Gabriella he'll say Where have you gone off to this time I try to tell Mr Spicer it's not my fault Blame it on the
Words with Wings Some words sit still on the page holding a story steady Those words never get me into trouble But other words have wings that wake my daydreams They fly in silent as sunrise tickle my imagination and carry my thoughts away I can't help but buckle up for the
