If roses grow in Heaven,
Lord please pick a bunch for me,
Place them in my Mothers Arms
and tell her they're from me,
Tell her that I love and miss her.
And when she turns to smile,
Place a kiss upon her cheek
and hold her for a while.
Because remembering her is easy,
I do it everyday.
But there's an ache within my heart
that will never go away...
1 comment:
This is so beautiful!
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