“Empty Room, Full Heart”

(Verse 1)

Sunday evening feels heavy again,

tiny shoes still waiting by the door.

Their laughter lingers in the corners,

though my arms don’t hold them anymore.

I put the toys away so quietly,

every piece knows what it stands for.

A weekend full of life in this house,

and Monday whispers: “It’s over once more.”

(Chorus)

And when the door closes behind them,

I’m a father with stories only children understand.

There’s a heart that cracks but never breaks,

staying strong for them, even when I can’t.

After every weekend I feel that hit —

an empty room, but a heart full of it.

(Verse 2)

I stare at photos on my phone,

their smiles burning warm inside my chest.

We chased each other through the park,

and now this silence is what’s left.

I clear the plates where they were sitting,

their voices echo in the hall.

It’s crazy how quiet a home can be

when no one’s running through at all.

(Chorus)

And when the door closes behind them,

I’m a father with stories only children understand.

There’s a heart that cracks but never breaks,

staying strong for them, even when I can’t.

After every weekend I feel that hit —

an empty room, but a heart full of it.

(Bridge)

Sometimes I wonder if they feel

how loud my heartbeat gets when they leave.

But love’s not measured in days we share —

it stays, no matter how few they may be.

(Final Chorus)

And when the door closes behind them,

I stay here holding on to every memory.

There’s a heart that hurts but never breaks,

their world is mine, unconditionally.

After every weekend I feel that hit —

an empty room, but a heart full of it.