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