Broken Roof

Stand under this broken roof of mine

It’s a measly protection from rain and sun

There will be leaks and drafty air

And I can’t always shelter you from them

But under this broken roof

You can lay down and count the stars

Until you fall asleep facing heavenward

With the moonlight encasing you

Then you’ll wake the next morning

Opening your eyes to a piece of the sky

So breathtakingly azure and deep

That you would think you’re still dreaming

Take shelter under my broken roof

And you’ll see life a little clearer