When do I see him?
When do I feel him?
When do I hear him?
I know he is with me
Way up high upon a floating cloud
Or on a mountain top
In a looking glass,deep within my eyes
Is my fathers love
Alone in my room, close by my bed
When gentle wind blows through my soul
He holds my hand always
He has never let go
As voices speak from the memories inside
When the ocean waves break to the shore
In laughter of my children
He speaks often to me
Every moment in my life
Watching, guiding and smiling
A love between this parent and child
Never can it end
