The Pink House On the Hill

A woman confined to her house alone.

The Pink House on the Hill

A pink house sits alone on a hill
To go to the door, no one will.

Ivy grows around and up its sides
Inside a beautiful lady resides.

At night the house sits in the dark
In the daytime you can’t miss its mark.

Inside are all the latest amenities
So she won’t listen to them tease.

Everything is delivered to her home
So she has no reason to roam.

Alone in her pink house on the hill
To go to the door, no one will.