Under the tin roof, soft and worn,
Where echoes of the rain are born,
Each drop a whisper in the night,
A rhythmic dance of silver light.
Has seen the years and battles won.
Beneath its shelter, dreams take flight,
In cozy warmth from day to night.
It holds the stories of the past,
In every creak and rusted cast.
Through seasons changing, strong and true,
The tin roof guards the life it knew.
A steadfast friend in weathered guise,
It cradles hopes beneath the skies.
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