June 12, 2011
Tin
Tin roof tops glitter in the rain.
Can you hear the music that's made?
The mem'ry so vivid and pure,
from my mind it never will fade.
Tin roof tops pounding in a storm,
Sounding so harsh and loud and fast.
Don't try to think, just listen still,
And wait until the storm has past.
Tin roof tops, as it sprinkles now,
Soft rhythm and slow tempo keep.
A murm'ring song they humbly play
As tin roof tops sing me to sleep.
I have "tin" months left on my mission, approximately.
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