12 O'clock At Night

You sat so quietly, your hands folded so tight, you stared straight out the door
I knew something was in the air, something in your blank stare
The clock read 12 at night, as breath escaped your lips, your words were "he is dead"
You stood so awkward waiting for my blank reply, I just stood up and said

Hold me close hold me close don't let me go, I am lost I am so far away
I am lost I am lost come back to me I'm done running away from you

The air is cold tonight inside of my lungs, my God the beating of your heart keeps me holding on
You give sight to my blindness oh you hold my eyes open
So troubled I lay myself to sleep unable to speak
Am I screaming at these walls only to hear my voice bouncing back to me?
But you hear me and you say "I am with you my son, I am with you my son"