Watching and Waiting For Brothers

Watching and Waiting for Brothers Watching from above He watches my life unfold Resting atop of clouds Robes white with trims of gold Watching from above He smiles with true joy Remembering his life on earth Remembering when we were little boys Watching from above A tear runs down his cheek Watching me sit in a chair Right beside me an empty seat Watching from above Presence wished to be known Seeing his brother sitting Crying and sitting alone Watching from above My tears he tries to wipe away Trying to give me strength Strength for another lonely day Watching from above He sits waiting for me Waiting to hold my hand Being what a brother should be