Mikhail Bennett - I am waiting my son

The chair by the door is still empty tonight
A jacket still hanging, faded by time
Listen for a footstep that'll never arrive
Years pass like seasons, just stayin' alive
Your own smells the same
Like yesterday's rain
I whisper your name
Heaven's quiet again Every candle
I light burns weaker than before
Can't shake with age as
I kneel on the floor
In my sound, though my hair's turning gray,
the clock keeps steaming my state every day.
God, tallest my heart, what my eyes cannot see.