House on a Hill

A long time ago in the land of Light

Lived a little girl, her father's delight

He would never let her out of his sight

Shielding her from the dark of the night

In the house on a hill

the girl looked out her window sill

She longed to be free to frolic and play

But forevermore she would have to stay

She dreamed of swimming in the bay

The girl begged her father, "Please I may?"

So in the house on a hill

the girl sat in front of her window sill

Then darkness comes her friend to be

Opportunity struck she snuck to the sea

Sweet freedom comes full and free

Her father's words a distant memory

By the house on the hill

The girl looked back at her window sill

The wind was blowing at her back

Waves rose up planning their attack

Her feet slipping quietly off the track

Plunging her into the inky black

Never to return to the house on the hill

No girl looked out her window sill.