They bleed, The walls, They do.
Bleeding from the memories of all those who have walked through.
Where they've been, What they saw
Did they indeed also, see the blood on the wall?
As they stand, residing in these halls .
The Walls, they've seen it all .
Holding the past, and will soon the future
Inscribing each moment, the stories would move you.
If they could speak, imagine what they'd tell
From joyous occasions, to the days kingdoms fell
Sadness, celebrations, secrets never told;
If only you knew, the vaults these walls hold
So when you walk past, just understand, they remember
Every step; every voice; every word spoken;
History's hidden moments, these walls have soaked in .
-Glenn Gonzales