Dear Lord help me find my sister.
If roses grow in heaven, Lord please pick a bunch for her to see,
place them in my sister's arms and tell her they're from me.
Tell her that I love her 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 every day,
but there's an ache within my heart that will never go away
From your brother Billy