I am waiting my son (Slowed)

The chair by the door is still empty tonight.
Your jacket still hangs, faded by time.
I'm listening for footsteps that never arrive.
Years pass like seasons, I'm just staying the night.
Your room smells the same, magic yesterday's rain.
I whisper your name, but heaven's quiet again.
Every candle I light burns weaker than before.
My hands shake with age, as I kneel on the floor.
I'm waiting in my sight, though my hair's turning gray.
The clouds keep steaming my steps every day.
God taught me my heart, what my eyes cannot see.
That someday you'll come back and run back to me.