The House On The Hill
It wasn’t much of a house back then
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From rusticly awful to modern beauty. She did that. It's amazing. But it's also time to move on in one way or another.
This piece was inspired by 20 years of renovation transforming awful to wonderful ... from shack to family home ... from "can we live here?" to "this is our beautiful home!"
But time moves on. The kids are grown and away. And now it's time for a decision ..
The House On The Hill
[Instrumental Intro]
[Verse 1]
It wasn’t much of a house back then,
Leaking roof and broken wind,
But she saw something I never did —
A dream beneath the dust and tin.
With heart and soul, with blood and tears,
We carved out love through all those years.
From holy crap to something still,
Our beautiful home on the hill.
[Chorus]
She made it shine, she made it bloom,
Turned every crack into a room.
It’s in her heart, it’s in her soul,
To make the broken beautiful and whole.
Now the paint is fading, the nights are still,
Up here in the house on the hill.
[Verse 2]
We raised our kids on bread and grace,
Laughter echoing through this place.
Watched the sunsets burn the sky,
Heard the coyotes’ lonely cry.
Simple land, a piece of sky,
Deer in the field, time passing by.
Neighbors came, and life stood still —
In the heart of the house on the hill.
[Chorus]
She made it shine, she made it bloom,
Turned every crack into a room.
It’s in her hands, it’s in her soul,
She made this house a heart, a whole.
Now the walls whisper, the air is still,
In the house on the hill.
[Bridge]
One child’s gone to distant lands,
Wore his heart beneath the flag he stands.
Another found her dream in lines,
Books and stars and borrowed time.
And we’re still here, just asking still,
Where do we go from the house on the hill?
[Outro]
It wasn’t much of a house back then,
Now it’s a story, carved in wind.
Maybe it’s time to say goodbye,
To the sunsets, to the sky.
But my heart remains, it always will —
With her, and the house on the hill.
This is original work is produced by AK Darvinson with a combination of observation, critical thinking, insight, heart, compassion, passion, creativity, and technology. All rights are reserved. Free sharing is encouraged. Commercial use via license only.
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