Father's Day without a father Red roses grow in Heaven, Lord pick a bunch for me.
Place them in my daddy's arms and tell him they're from me.
Tell him that I love him and can't wait to meet him some day.
When he turns to smile, place a kiss upon his cheek and hold him for awhile.
Thinking of him is easy, I seem to do it every day.
And while there is an aching hole in my heart that will never go away,
somehow I know not yet meeting my father is how it was meant to be.