They've seen a lifetime of faces,
centuries of paint and pain,
they've seen old men die and babies walk,
the stories they could tell,
if these walls could talk.
They've seen mankind at its best and worst,
eras of radical change, wars and peace,
and childish scribbles of crayons and chalk,
what stories they could tell,
if these walls could talk.
They've born silent witness to many secrets,
some of lust, some of love, some of greed, none told,
they've seen innocence stolen, and who is at fault,
the stories they could tell,
if these walls could talk.
They've been steadfast through the storms of life,
and they'll be home to many more to come,
to someone who may change this world in ways we never thought,
so, the stories they could tell,
if these walls could talk....
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