as I lay here upon my sisters bed, with my infant niece and her delicate
head.
sleeping upon my chest shes so warm, yet shivers as the breeze comes with no
warn.
i drift deep into thoughts and dreams of my own, and fantasies that I have
known.
i think of my family and friends I have had, remembering the days that didnt
seem sad.
hot summer days with cool summer nights, playing all day without any
fights.
opinions were nothing, werent needed by me, they held no real value, would
you not agree?
it didnt matter what religion I was, nor did it matter if I might be
brainwashed.
i had no worries, no troubles you see, i was a mear child, a bit older then
three.
nobody cared what clothes i wore, if i matched, or if I was a poor.
girls and boys could be friends, without any ill intensions, no induced
logic to control our situations.
the world i once knew has so greatly changed, its become very perverted and
very deranged.
what kind of world is my generation making, all the opportunities
they'll be taking.
will my neice know the person I was, the family I had, and what is the
cause..
of the downfall of this entire world, as I watch all the dreams I once had
be unfurled?
i ponder of the things i could do to improve, but all of the things would
need the world to approve.
as i look apon her, so peacefully untainted, i know that I cannot leave this
unpainted.
so i sit here now in my chair, very tired, yet struggle to finish this piece
i've conspired.
she shivers again, back to reality i go, as i feel the breeze, so gently it
blows.
as i cuddle my niece, and i feel her grip squeeze, i know that i'll
charish this violet summer breeze.
 
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