If I Die

May 12, 2016

If I die, tell Haley I love her;

If I die, tell Haley I’ll miss her;

I write this not, because I wanrt to die;

But rather cuz she makes me want to cry;

She’s and Angel born, but with broken wings;

Held down by sorrow, and in Satan’s cling;

She’s a soldier’s daughter, but that’s bout all I know;

Of her soured past, that makes her so;

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