In shadows of the night, I search for love,
A working-class soul, lone and strong I stand,
Beneath the leaking roof, my dreams above.

The raindrops fall like tears from skies above,
Each drop, a symbol of my heart’s demand,
In shadows of the night, I search for love.

I feel the world can sometimes push and shove,
But here I am, enduring life firsthand,
Beneath the leaking roof, my dreams above.

With every drop, a symbol of self-love,
I see my strength in every grain of sand,
In shadows of the night, I search for love.

That old pot gathers drops, a gentle glove,
A tale of hope within its rusty band,
Beneath the leaking roof, my dreams above.

As morning breaks, the sun soars high and of,
A smile appears, my heart begins to expand,
In shadows of the night, I found my love,
Beneath the leaking roof, my dreams above.

Villanelle