I sit on top this ‘tin’ roof, balanced precariously,

between a sinking past, and a future I want you to see.

I see the troubled world you are in,

do not lock me out, please let me in.

Let the healing begin, my rose in a desert storm.

 

A gentle breeze weaves amid, the playground in the park,

you and I made castles in the sand-pit, it was nearly dark.

When we got home you got out my old motown 45’s,

you sang your heart out, you were on stage, singing live, 

but I see sand clouds in your eyes, the memory fades away.

 

I sit on top this ‘tin’ roof, balanced precariously,

between a sinking past, and a future I want you to see.

I see the troubled world you are in,

do not lock me out, please let me in.

Let the healing begin, my rose in a desert storm.

 

In my mind, a different year, on a different morning

where fading stars melt into days first dawning,

spent white horses lapping on a golden paradise shore.

Could a father and a daughter really want for more,

but I see the dunes beneath your eyes hiding pain.

 

I sit on top this ‘tin’ roof, balanced precariously,

between a sinking past, and a future I want you to see.

I see the troubled world you are in,

do not lock me out, please let me in.

Let the healing begin, my rose in a desert storm.

 

Sometimes, when we come around, I want to hold you ‘n’ cry,

all the cuts and the bruises, I ask, ”Who? What? When? and Why?”.

You say, “I’m ok”, hiding pride behind sand dunes a mile wide,

that threaten to engulf you’re world, take my ‘Rose’ inside,

Don’t take the violence and pain, you are not on your own.

 

I sit on top this ‘tin’ roof, balanced precariously,

between a sinking past, and a future I want you to see.

I see the troubled world you are in,

do not lock me out, please let me in.

Let the healing begin, my rose in a desert storm.

 

My two bleeding hands try to scoop past troubles away.

The winds can change could blow fortune a different way.

Sometimes I fail to really listen to you or understand,

I want see the sun in your eyes, the way you had planned

Let the healing begin to release my ‘Rose’ from the desert storm.

©Phil Golding 14/07/10