Песня - Эрнесто и история

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I built our home with bleeding hands
Laid each brick with love and plans
You were my light, my reason why
Now I just talk to an empty sky
I\'m still waiting at the door
Where your laughter lived before
Every night
I whisper low
Come back home, don\'t let me go
But silence is all
I know
You wore your cap,
I fixed your tie
Watched you chase your dreams and fly
I gave you wings,
I stayed behind
But now you\'re gone and so is time
I\'m still waiting at the door
Where your footsteps touched the floor
Even pain begins to fade
But the love, it always stayed
Still alone, still afraid
I don\'t need much, just one more day
To hear you call, to hear you say
That I remember who you are
But wishes don\'t go that far
So I sing here on this stage
Old and tired, full of ache
Not for gold, not for fame
Just to call out your name
Still waiting, still the same
My name is
Ernesto.
I\'m 54.
I used to work as a carpenter.
Life was hard, but
I didn\'t mind.
I had a wife and a son, and
I lived for them.
They were my whole world.
I gave everything to my son.
Skipped meals, worked overtime,
just so he could finish college.
When he graduated,
I cried.
I thought it was the start of our new life.
But things changed.
My wife grew distant.
My son got busy.
They stopped calling.
One day, they both left.
No goodbye.
I waited.
Days turned to years.
No one came back.
I lost the house.
I lost my purpose.
I slept on the streets.
Forgotten.
People looked away.
But deep inside,
I held on to one thing.
My voice and the hope they\'d hear it.
Now
I\'m here on this stage.
Not to win.
Not for fame.
Just to sing one song.
For them.
Maybe they\'ll hear me.
Maybe they\'ll remember.
I never stopped loving them.
So this, this is my song for them.