This White House on a Hill where you wish you could be,
Sets up a lovely, romantic scene.
Inside the house is mostly a home,
But anger builds and secrets grow.
Accusations flow like swelling venom,
Toxins spread and infect the victim.
You hide in a dark corner, escaping the wrath,
Inside a cavity the poison rests.
They think you don't know, but you hear every word,
Sometimes drowning behind a closed door.
They'll never know,
They don't understand;
The jabbing, stabbing, piercing blade.
So do you want to live in the White House on the Hill?
Full of wide open spaces and a warm, cozy place,
Though acid rain erodes every day;
The flowers may be blooming,
But foundations are crumbling.
Yes, this house is mostly a home,
But do you dare to face that unknown?
Frolic but fall,
Snuggle but sting:
Those dreams turn to ash,
In that White House on a Hill.
Would you let it eat you away?
'Til you're jaded; a faded memory.