My little spot to hide away from it all.
My Lennon and T.Rex posters on the wall.
With sloping attic roof, not much space!
But I still love my little secluded place.

I see the Sun peer through the skylight.
Framed are the stars, in the  dark attic night.
My television set needs just a small screen.
It's all peace and quiet up here, so serene!

Up the ladder I go, on the steps so steep.
To chill and relax, or perhaps have a sleep.
Elvis had his dungeon, his Graceland den.
Where he hung out with his 'Mafia' men.

My den might not be as lavish or as grand.
It doesn't get visitors from across the land!
But I still love my room, just me and the sky.
Where the woes of the world just pass me by.