If I die Young ReaderxPrussiaIf I die young, bury me in satinMore Like This
Lay me down on a bed of roses
Sink me in the river at dawn
Send me away with the words of a love song
Uh oh, uh oh
The sun shown brightly through the window into the light pink room. How unfitting for the day. You sobbed on the floor holding your five month old baby girl close to you. Your precious baby girl gone along with her albino father Gilbert who had left the day before the death of your child. You never thought you would be one of the unfortunate ones whose child was murdered in a robbery right after her father left. Picking up her pink satin baby blanket you wrapped your dead bundle of joy up in it to be buried. You loved your child. She had looked so much like her father. Hugging the dead body close to your own you cried yourself to sleep thinking about how you would never be able to personally know your daughter. You wouldn’t see her get married, graduate, go on her first date, first dance, first steps, first words...
Lord make me