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I watch her as she sleeps,

Little niece of mine.

Her mind filled with sheeps,

Still counting by 2's and 9's.

Her body still so tiny,

Life for her just about to start.

Blue eyes look into mine to see,

straigth into my broken heart.

I love this little baby girl,

Child of passion and lust.

She at times completes my world,

Sundays, her presences are a must.

I'll give her what I never got,

I promise to hold her hand.

Through the rain, cold, or hot,

For her I'll learn to stand.

Denying her a better life,

keeping from her the truth.

I couldn't put her through that strife,

I'd never deny her youth.

Abuse, neglect, or hate,

Will never reach her heart.

These things can't approach her for I will take,

Them from the very start.

So as I watch her dream away,

Of family and friend.

I pray that from my heart she won't stray,

My hero 'till the end.