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under the shelter of my roof
i have whispers of memories
that breathe in my ear
each time i pass through
the hallway
nothing matters
when i sit under the roof
beside the fire
and let the crackling warmth
bring thoughts forword
of fun times we had
as a family surrounding the flames
it brings a feeling
of safety
in each breath i take

abover the selter on the roof
i sat there
watching the blue sky fade
into the darkend blue of night
watching the stars twinkle down
and seeing each passed person
winking down
using the stars as their eyes
the shingles warm us
creating a warmth
that can only be braught
by the memories that come
and remind me of 
fun times i had
watching sun set down
painting the sky
in the colors of home