Simon Cowell Breaks Down as Michael Bennett Sings “The Weight of Waiting” | America's Got Talent

Hi, for those who don't know me, my name is Michael Bennett.

I am 65 years old and until now, I am still searching for my child.

There was a time when I completely lost myself.

I turned my back on God and because of that, my life fell apart.

I ended up living on the streets with other homeless people.

I used to live on the streets with other homeless people, but I am grateful to those who helped me back then.

One day, through prayer, the Lord gave me signs.

He showed me that I should play music, so maybe my child would hear me.

Before I became homeless, I was a singer in a band.

I was an assistant vocalist and I had been singing for many years.

even after all this time

I still have not found my child.

Maybe through this song I finally will.

My son, wherever you are, I hope you can hear this.

Dust on your bedroom door, name tag still on the wall.

Shoes you outgrow in a week, I kept them all.

Calendars stuck on that month, circled around one date.

Coffee gone cold on the counter, I just sit and wait.

This is the weight of waiting, stacked in these hollow rooms.

Every year another layer on a promise I made to you.

If time is a kind of weather, I'll stand out in the rain.

This is the weight of waiting, I carry your name.

I talk to your empty chair, ask how your day has been.

Laugh at my own bad jokes, then fall quiet again.

Neighbors moved on long ago, their kids all drove away.

I wave at the passing cars like one might be you someday.

This is the weight of waiting, stacked in these hollow rooms.

Every year another layer on a promise I made to you.

If time is a kind of weather, I stand out in the rain.

This is the weight of waiting, I carry your name.

I signed every birthday card with a trembling hopeful hand.

Kept them in the kitchen drawer till you're ready to understand.

This is the weight of waiting, stacked in these hollow rooms.

Every year another layer on a promise I made to you.

If time is a kind of weather, I stand out in the rain.

This is the weight of waiting, I carry your name.