IF walls could talk
If I had a home...and my walls could talk, they'd guide you on, an eventful walk.
If I had a home my walls would weap, and all my secrets, they would keep.
If I had a home, my ceiling would cry, they'd tell you about every false alibi.
But if I had a home, my walls would laugh, smile, chuckle, and even grin.
Because in those walls a lot of memories end and begin!
If I had a home, the walls would be warm, filled with love, filled with grace.
The walls would explain, it's life you embrace.
My walls would tell you they've seen the good, they've seen the bad.
They'd tell you the happy and tell you the sad.
They'd tell you the plan, the ideas at hand. They'd agree things didn't turn out as planned.
But I'd have to have a home to say these things.
And I did...
I hope he's happy with her, that part still stings....