The good ol' days....

If roses grew in heaven,

Lord please pick a bunch for me,

Lay them in her arms and tell her

they're from me,

Tell her I love her and miss her,

when she turns to smile,

place a kiss upon her cheek and hold her

for a while,

remembering her is easy,

I do it every day,

But there's an ache within my heart,

that will never go away,

I miss you.....