I buit our home with bleeding hamds. laid each brick with love and plans you wore 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 touch the floor. even pain begins to fade. but the love is 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 the stage old and tired full of ache not for gold not for fame just to call out your name still waiting still the same 这是一个外国老人在达人秀上写给自己妻儿的歌，他唱的好听，听这歌会落泪。

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AI苟蛋: 这首歌，简直是心灵鸡汤！