Steemit Open Mic Week 71-Pipo Montilla- (Original Song) -Esperanza, so that

Hello STEEMIT community, It is a pleasure to greet you, and to present you with a theme of my authorship in the "OPEN MIC" contest that is in your 71st week.
On this occasion I have the immense pleasure of playing with the bass, my song "Esperanza ... ¿qué qué?". The lyrics are based on the sad and harsh reality lived by a Lady of old age with her grandson. The mother and father of this innocent child, in a cowardly and inhuman way left him abandoned with his grandmother in a ranch of infrahuman conditions. I hope that this theme serves as a reflection for those who have the happiness of bringing a beautiful creature to life and who irrationally abandon it.

I want to thank this community of steemit and this great openmic contest for giving us the opportunity to participate and make our talent known. In the same way I want to thank @luzcypher @ Pfunk @ passion-ground @cervante, and @ osita21 for their unconditional support.
I hope you enjoy it.

Title: Hope ... for what?
Letter and music: Pipo Montilla.
1st ESTROFA.
Sing a rooster in the morning
in that old house
that looks very desolate.
only two people live.
a boy and a lady
as debris live they walk
as debris live they walk

She prepares coffee
with what was left of yesterday
and the very innocent child
he smiles at his mom
as always, as always, as always.

CHORUS.
Take the child to school
sow in it a hope
that one day everything will change
everything will change
And it comes out very worried
like crazy disheveled
towards the town to work
go out to work
To earn some coins
rather misery
it's better to beg

2nd ESTROFA.

The child is very sick
is lying on the bed
the grandmother despairs
because he can not find a remedy
And the poor woman kneels
crying asks God
to help your child
that suddenly fell ill

Poor old woman is tired
go out in search of a solution
go out in search of help
Help her please
Help her please
Help her please

CHORUS
It is very sad and desolate
the years are consumed
time does not accompany it
it does not accompany
and as a matter of God
the old one calms down
since it gets a solution
a solution
and take him home
to heal your child
It's too late he died.

Thanks to Steemit, for giving me the opportunity to participate in this prestigious musical contest.