It's been a few hours
Since we heard from him last,
Shall we go out and look
He's not normally late,
So we'll sit here and wait,
Maybe he's at bowls or reading his book
It's been a few days
Since we heard from him last,
Maybe fishing or driving the bus
But if we were to call or be worried at all,
You know he doesn't like fuss
It's been a few months
Since we heard anything,
We're beginning to think
That he's lost
But out faces exchanged
Are increasingly pained,
Helping each other to keep fingers crossed
We're starting to think
That you'll never come home
We're handing out posters of you over town
It can't be your wish
To leave us alone no words
Of yours to carry these frowns
At times we'll catch ourselves
Lovingly stare,
Hoping that somehow
He'll appear in his chair.
But I'm too scared to look,
This whole families shook,
Hiding tears in our eyes with great care
