They hear it all only to keep in, its an act of
loyalty.
Between what's true and what's false they
recognize the thin line in between, only to
remain silent.
They are witnesses to people getting loved and betrayed
yet still they keep it a secret..
These walls have ears, if only they could say.

They remain the tallest barriers, in knowing what's
been said and what hasn't but still they not breaking down they are keen in creating these rooms.
They've mastered the art of keep lies and the truth in one place, its hard to differentiate.
They stay mute in matters of life and death, they've heard it all, the truth is they've become cold.
These walls have ears, if only they could say.

With mirrors on top and portraits hanged they always
gave attention. They heard it all yet kept it in.
The secrets between the two of us have turned into a secrets between the three of us, for these Walls have ears. If only they could say.
M.M