There\'s a hole in the roof through which the weather gets in
Drips from an outside storm falling in a basin of tin
It\'s left a stain of rusted rain running in rivulets before they fall
A song of what\'s wrong drumbeats measured in each metallic call
A leak has left the timber weak rotting the wood
A creak by the streak on timber once good
Dark spot that shows dry rot, form tempests and showers
A beam once strong that won\'t last long, days or hours
Rain and sun enter as one, through a hole where a roof had been
damage neglected becomes disaster expected as all falls in