If these walls could sing

They should want to sing only of you.

They would harmonize only with your name,

As I've found it makes the sweetest tune.



If these walls could sing for me,

and I have asked them to,

They should sing so free

of the time I first saw you.


When these walls sing

the crooning captivates my mind.

Telling the world how you love me

and how you're all mine.



When these walls sang

I had a heart made of fire

I danced without music

I never felt higher.



Why won't these walls sing?

Why are they so tired.

Walls have never seemed more dreary.

Since you've left and taken my fire.

There is a world of Light and Darkness , always battling.
That is always hidden from Us from all of all of Our eyes.
Where Good and Evil fight for each of Our Souls everyday.
Where Christ Prays for each of Us to Overcome Evil too.
There is a World , Where Christ heart breaks each time he see.
That One of Us lets go of His hand and walks over to evil one.
There Is A World where A Sinful Man lays down His sinful Life.
To Walk with with Holy Angels and Saints Alike To dance in Life.
To Sing , To Praise Christ whom is Worthy of all of the Praises Indeed.

She stops, asks a hug,
Our tender hug was pictured,
A scented moment.