These four walls staring back at me
They hold my secrets
If these four walls could talk
Oh how I wish they could and would talk
They’d tell all of my business
And maybe the business of those before me

These four walls with cracks, prints, and scars staring back at me
Telling me about the previous owners
Telling me somewhat about how they lived
And telling me about their personalities

These four white walls staring back at me
They glow when the sun rises
Showing me all the things I couldn’t see in the dark
Shadows appear on the white walls from objects that surround it
Different shapes with different sizes dancing on the wall as the sun moves
Making my imagination roar with ideas of what the shapes could be

These four walls staring back at me keep me company
They let me relax my weary body against them when I have a long day
Even when it’s quite, the walls always seem to start a conversation with me
The four walls seem to rave with sounds and gestures
They make me feel not so lonely even when I am indeed alone

These four walls staring back at me come alive in the night
They call my name before I fall into a deep slumber
They can’t stand to be alone
Shadows and figures appear on the walls to entertain me
The walls continue to rave as the night goes on
Then the morning sun creeps out from the depth of darkness

These four walls staring back at me are no longer raving
No more sounds or motions
No more shadows dancing around me
They are completely quite as the sun takes over the room

These four walls are finally at peace
They submit to all the things they’ve felt, heard, and saw

These four walls are always watching in silence
These four walls will always be listening in silence
These four walls feel everything that’s going on between them

Never deny the four walls because all things done in the dark will come to the light