The Roof Is Leaking Lyrics The roof is leakin' and the wind is howlin' Kids are crying 'cause the sheets are so cold I woke this mornin' found my hands were frozen I've tried to fix the fire but you know the damn thing's too old …….. ~ Phil Collins
Leaking Roof No one should dred going home. No one should put their dreams on the shelf, and no one should hate themself. Then why do I? Home is where the heart is, what a lie! Sometimes, I just want to tell my life " good bye."
This home is made of lies, tears, and pain. Through the roof leaks the rain.
The Leaking Roof it is raining and here i am stuck under the roof of a deserted house the windows are open nobody has come to close four windows looking to the street like an insomniac, the door is creaky like a sore throat sounding like an incurable allergic sneeze the crazy wind bangs it from time to time and i do not mind the routine of noise for a while a walk to and fro like i am making a picket observing the details of how a deserted house can look like or feel like: there seems to be a growling silence abbreviating itself like a scream cut short by my hands kept inside my pocket i look up and see the leaking roof making a rhythm of the dripping beat of this poem.
i have nothing in mind, i am empty and emptying still. I take in so much quantity of silence, the weight of thoughts, the silly purposeless probe of what i am suppose to be and where i must be going after this temporariness of loafing. The rain stops. I am leaving. The rhythm ceases. ~ Ric S. Bastasa
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The roof is leakin' and the wind is howlin'
Kids are crying 'cause the sheets are so cold
I woke this mornin' found my hands were frozen
I've tried to fix the fire but you know the damn thing's too old
……..
~ Phil Collins
Leaking Roof
No one should dred going home.
No one should put their dreams on the shelf,
and no one should hate themself.
Then why do I?
Home is where the heart is,
what a lie!
Sometimes,
I just want to tell my life " good bye."
This home is made
of lies,
tears, and
pain.
Through the roof
leaks the rain.
~ Nichole Fleming
The Leaking Roof
ReplyDeleteit is raining and here i am stuck
under the roof of a deserted house
the windows are open
nobody has come to close four windows
looking to the street like an insomniac,
the door is creaky like a sore throat
sounding like an incurable allergic sneeze
the crazy wind bangs it from time to time
and i do not mind the routine of noise
for a while a walk to and fro
like i am making a picket
observing the details of how a deserted house
can look like
or feel like: there seems to be a growling silence
abbreviating itself like a scream
cut short by my hands kept inside my pocket
i look up and see the leaking roof
making a rhythm of the dripping beat
of this poem.
i have nothing in mind, i am empty
and emptying still. I take in so much quantity
of silence, the weight of thoughts,
the silly purposeless probe
of what i am suppose to be and where i must be going
after this temporariness of loafing.
The rain stops. I am leaving.
The rhythm ceases.
~ Ric S. Bastasa