• Gentle breeze
    Soft skies
    A colorful field
    And a prattling brook
    Is what I dream…

    Harsh winds
    Dark skies
    A dead zone
    And a roaring river
    Is my reality

    Days of joy
    Nights of peace
    Mornings of sun
    And nights of stars
    Is how it should be…

    Days of wickedness
    Nights of terror
    Mornings of grey
    And nights of black
    Is what it is now

    A smile to give
    A laugh to share
    A hug to support
    A kiss for compassion
    Is what everyone should do…

    A frown to depress
    A snicker to mock
    A punch to fight
    A gun to kill
    Is what some have turned to

    Hands to hold
    Babies to love
    Watch children grow
    And a family to be there
    Should be apart of life

    Papers to separate
    Clinics for abortions
    Nothing for show
    And no one to run too
    Should never have to be a decision

    Gentle breeze
    Soft skies
    A colorful field
    And a prattling brook
    Is what I dream…

    Harsh winds
    Dark skies
    A dead zone
    And a roaring river
    Is everyone’s reality