El Ladrillo Ausente

El eco de un portón que nunca cerró,
Dejó un cimiento ausente, mi imperio se forjó.
Not a crumbling facade, but a space I made wide,
Where the blueprints for truth couldn't hide.
Medellín's rain whispers tales on the stone,
Of a strength I discovered, standing all alone.

[Chorus]
This vacant lot, where your presence should be,
Is the unyielding engine driving only me.
A bittersweet ache, a constant hum low,
The fuel in my veins, watching my empire grow.

[Verse 2]
Through the mercado's murmur, the scent of café,
I trace the echoes of stories from yesterday.
A scaffolding of grit, brick by concrete brick,
Built on the silence, where your presence was quick.
They see the spires rising, assume no sacrifice,
But every floor holds a memory, paid at a high price.

[Chorus]
This vacant lot, where your presence should be,
Is the unyielding engine driving only me.
A bittersweet ache, a constant hum low,
The fuel in my veins, watching my empire grow.

[Bridge]
Sometimes the silence still speaks, a reverberating drone,
A phantom blueprint etched deep in my bone.
But the truth I've constructed, solid, unyielding and vast,
Means the future I'm building, is built to truly last.

[Outro]
No crumbling facade, just the strength that's now grown,
From the echoes of absence, claiming my own.