If these walls could talk.

I see the stars sparkling so bright,
Hanging on the moonlite kissed skies.
I hear the sounds of crickets,
Amidst the midnight hour.
I smell the fragrance of flowers from afar,
And yet see none in sight.

And yet from some place so deep within,
I'm shrouded and I'm closed.
The brilliance there I can't see,
In the midsts of misery.
Enshrined inside, unable thus,
To touch the warmth without.

I gaze upon this passion spent,

And yet . . . Inside I slowly die.
I am alone,
so very alone

I hurt within so very bad

I am being ignored even though I am crowded
I am insecure about many things
I am lonely for there is no one close,

No one sees the pain
No one sees the need
No one sees me

I cry for hope is gone
All is gone

I am alone and no one knows

If these walls could talk, you'd know my soul is dying,
my mind is drawing a blank,

That's why I am so scared,
I can't control the thots of dying,
Lonbeliness is making me blind,

I've been left here on my own
chained to a hate of some kind.

If these walls could talk.

If these walls could talk,
you'd know all about my fears,
about all those nights I weeped for help,
about all my fallen tears.

You'd know about the past
haunting me at night,
you'd be able to help me
keep my fire alight,
if these walls could talk.

If only these walls could talk.