I saw a hole in the roof one day
And gathered tools without delay
Though my handiwork was lousy
I believed time would make it easy
Did I go wrong somewhere?
The rain dripped on me through the widening tear
I put on a smile even so
Telling myself there was still hope to ease the cold
As the strong wind made me question even my best
Somehow the water has crept up to my chest
Looking up at the now gaping hole
I think I know the ending to this show
I had lived believing I could eventually
Fill that which was empty
But now I think I see
That it was already as whole as it could be.
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