If Roses grow in Heaven,
Lord please pick a bunch for for me,
Place them in my Father's arms,
and tell him they're from me.

Tell him that I love him and miss him,
and when he turns to smile,
place a kiss upon his cheek
and hold him for awhile.

Because remembering him is easy,
I do it every day,
but there's an ache within my heart
that will never go away.