I built our home with bleeding hands, Laid each brick with love and plans. You were my light, my guiding star, My reason, my "why," my heart from afar. Now I just speak to an empty sky, Still waiting at the door— Where your laughter used to live, But it echoes here no more. Each night I whisper soft and 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 dream and fly. I gave you wings, stayed on the ground— Now you're gone, and time spins around. Still I wait at the door, Where your footsteps touched the floor. Even pain begins to fade, But love… it always stays. Still alone, still afraid— I don’t need much today. Just to hear you call my name, To hear you say, “Dad, I remember who you are.” But wishes don’t reach that far. So I sing here in the quiet light, Old and worn, holding tight. Not for gold, not for fame, Just to call out your name. Still waiting. Still the same.