I Miss You

I miss the way you pull me close and tell me it's all right I miss the way you stroke my hair and tell me not to cry As the years go by the memory of you starts to fade As if I'm stepping into the shade The look of your face I start to forget And I try not to fret I know your not here today But my world is turning gray You are in my heart though As I am beginning to grow You are in a better place now And for that I take a bow In memory of Charles Moser