Walking through these gloomy fields of anger and dismay
I've been lost in here before but someones guiding me this day.
Although I can't see him I can feel him all around
He's in the air, He's in the trees, He's in this very ground.
Even though his hopes and dreams wasn't all fulfilled
His love, His words, His encouragement will forever be enstilled
These gloomy fields can hold me 'NOMORE'
I was loved all along....I could not ask for more
Dedicated to my father Warren Keith Baker R.I.P
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lovely write you surely gave honour to your father.