The Perfect House

The Perfect House There is the perfect house Abandoned so long ago Left to die all alone Surrounded by the red desert Scrub growing in place of grass Kangaroos and cows die in the front yard Geckos still run across the wasteland Looking for a little shade Water and food are kilometres way A weekly trip just to survive Still, that house is a piece of art Telling a story that has to be told Of someone trying a new life Far away from the hassle of the city Far away from a life that was not their own There is the perfect house Telling the history of a savage land The problem is, no one will ever hear it Before it is gone with the Outback winds Buried under the blowing sands And forgotten forever