I am a sheep in the pasture,
I lived a life a life of endless torture,
My Shepherd left without a trace,
I am left in my own ways.
My Shepherd was the greatest man,
He does things no one else can,
He carries me in his arms,
His words were tender and warm.
But how he isn't anymore,
I am now living in terror,
I now watch every step I've tread,
Ever since my shepherd was dead.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
..my mother and father are on their job... but I forget. Maam Susan