"These Walls" If these walls could speak, what would they say? Would they tell of babies born, and old men passed away? And what of all that goes between, the birthing and the dying? All the joy of living, and all the work of trying? Would they speak of love gone wrong? And happily ever after? What of all our hopes and dreams? And what of childrens laughter? This old house has stood, a hundred years and more. It's seen both tears and laughter, shared between it's doors. How many souls have passed, a long and sheltered night, safe and warm between these walls, awaiting Dawn's first light? How many more will come, to rest their weary heads? And whisper secrets in the night, as they lay upon their beds? Secrets only walls will hear, and add to what they keep. Stories they could tell, if only they could speak. D.Lewis 1997