Son Brother Cousin

Looking looking looking, Waiting watching looking, But you will not be coming, My dear... Twenty maybe five years, Of looking waiting watching, But you will not be drying, My tears... Days through nights comes the daylight, Weeks through months pass the years, Your voice is that of an angel, Who whispers in my ears... Looking waiting watching, Shadows as they dance, Watching waiting wishing, We could have just one more chance...