(Intro - Soft RnB harmonies)
Warm light on the kitchen floor, quiet hum of the radio
You came in with two hands and a laugh and everything changed
Mike — you made this house a home
(Verse 1 - Sung, intimate)
First Sunday you cooked pancakes, burnt edges, syrup on your grin,
Kids on your knees, sticky fingers, you taught them how to spin.
You fixed the squeaky hinge and left your jacket on the chair,
Read 'Where the Wild Things Are' while moonlight braided our hair.
The smallest hands reached for you, eyes lit like the 4 a.m. stars,
You hummed that dumb lullaby soft as scraped-knee bandaids and cars.
You made our porch light a promise, put warm coats on cold nights,
Turned lonely rooms to living rooms with your jokes and gentle fights.
(Pre-Chorus - layered vocals)
Every laugh, every late-night jam, every whispered tiny prayer,
You stitched the walls with safety so our hearts felt repair.
(Chorus - RnB hook, memorable)
Mike, you made this house a home — then you walked away and left us alone.
Mike, you made this house a home — now we hold the light and wait by the phone.
(Verse 2 - Sung, sensory specifics)
Morning coffee steam like you were always there to start the day,
Left the kids little notes, “Be brave” in your messy childlike way.
You'd whistle while you mended bikes, laugh at cartoons till noon,
Bring back takeout, sticky fries, the soundtrack of our afternoons.
You took their fears and folded them into pockets of your coat,
Tucked them in with thumb kisses and the secret of a note.
When the thunder came they'd call your name and sleep in peaceful tones,
Because you stood like gravity — you were our steady home.
(Chorus - RnB hook, slight variation)
Mike, you made this house a home — then you walked away and left us alone.
Mike, you made this house a home — now the echo answers, nobody’s home.
(Rap Verse - Hip hop pocket, tight internal rhyme)
Yeah — plates clink, late-night laughs, cartoons on repeat,
You'd patch the tire, fix the light, steady hands on tiny feet.
Tucked them in, kissed the freckle on their nose, turned fear to heat,
Sticky syrup, bedtime stories, secret snacks you'd sneak to keep.
You were the grin at the doorway, sneakers slammed, “I'm home!”
You taught them how to climb the world, gave us roots when we’d roam.
Then silence on the porch — no bag, no call, no alarm tone,
You left and won't even come back, won't even leave a note or a bone.
No apology, no reason, no answer to our broken phone.
We still love you — yeah, we still love you — but the wound's deep in the home.
(Bridge - emotional, sung + spoken lines)
We loved how you braided Sunday into every little thing,
How you turned the smallest moments into reasons we would sing.
(Spoken, soft) You left and you won't even say why — no goodbye at the door,
The kids ask if you’re coming back; I don't have words anymore.
(Chorus - Final, full band, emotional progression)
Mike, you made this house a home — then you walked away and left us alone.
Mike, you made this,
