Father's Face

I can’t find the faintest echo of the certain sound of,
Your voice in my backyard running through the summer leaves where
rock and river clap like hands that know a better song but,
Instead midnight love songs left me in the darkest worry,
I’ve lost sight of my fathers face,
I’ve lost sight of my fathers face,
Stumbling through the shadows reaching out infront to catch the,
Nuts and leaves and all I find are splinters of our life and
Waiting to find somewhere in the silent sound that speaks a better word than
any living in the avalanche
I’ve lost sight of my fathers face,
I’ve lost sight of my fathers face,
I’ve lost sight of my fathers face,
I’ve lost sight of my fathers face