Mikhail Bennett - I am waiting my son (Slowed)

Now I talk to your shadow on this cracked hallway wall.
The world took your hand, pulled you far from my sight.
Did it give you peace, or just louder nights?
My voice grows weaker, my breath feels thin.
But I saved my last strand for when you walk in.
If my heart stops beating before that day comes, Lord,
Tell them I waited.
I never moved on.
I'm waiting, my son, though I'm fading away.