If I could talk If I could tell you everything I have seen I could tell you stories you would never
want to believe No one knows what I have seen with my ever-witnessing eyes No one is alive to tell
the secrets I have overheard

I've seen little pieces of heaven and little pieces of hell I've heard whispers of love and
screams of hatred I've seen love spoken to one and given to another I've heard even breathing
and then quiet footsteps leaving All these things and so much more.

How hard it is to watch a life end, How hard it is to watch a love grow cold, How hard it is to
listen to a heart-shattering cry, How hard it is to bear witness to these images, And be unable to
speak one word.

My mouth is shut but my eyes and ears are forever open. It's a curse to be able to stand so tall,
so straight, so strong To bear the weight of the world To hold the roof over the murder's head and
be unable to break To shelter the demons of the world and separate the angels

I cannot tell you whom exactly I've seen. I cannot tell you what exactly I've heard. But if one
day walls can talk

I will.