The house leaks
As above, so below
The rainwater tracks along the ceiling board
Drenching all the dust
And drips silently
Onto my face
At first I thought it was my tears
From looking at
The old house.
The house leaks
As above, so below
Rainwater rushes through the cracked tiles
Flooding all the sand
And seeps softly
Onto my feet
At first I thought I was standing
On a vast ocean surrounding
The old house.
The house leaks
As above, so below
But the love inside it,
Never ran out,
We swept the floor
We dried the room
We prayed in it
Hope slipped from above
Blessing grew from below,
The old house.
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