The House On the Hill
Shall I return… oh shall I return to that house on the hill?
It's been my home for many years now – all my life.
Why do I fear everything and wish not to return?
They are not mean… and certainly there has been no strife,
But in looking at that light… almost feels it would burn.
Shall I return… oh shall I return to that house on the hill?
I stand among the rows of grain… and feel so much at peace.
It’s so quiet and still… feels as though time has stopped,
I can gather my thoughts to make my understanding increase,
Although work must be done, as this grain must be chopped.
Shall I return… oh shall I return to that house on the hill?
I feel so different and out of place… nothing to discuss,
As they are farmers during the day, and furniture at night.
If I leave and join the others, I know there’ll be a fuss,
And they may even call the law to capture me on sight.
Shall I return… oh shall I return to that house on the hill?
Why is it so hard to decide?... I know what’s best for me,
There is still this attraction; like a moth to a flame.
But if I do return, it will be to my end… I believe,
All my unique abilities will disappear and flow down the drain.
Shall I return… oh shall I return to that house on the hill?
I think it’s time to turn around and see my future.
We must all turn a corner and make an important decision,
As now I’m entering a new life and leaving one of agriculture,
To a realm of science and thought… so sad there’s a family division.
I shall not return… no, I shall not return to that house on the hill.
By: Greg Stanley
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