Tear Us Down

If these walls
Could talk, just what might they say?
Would they whisper of how she hid?
Or how she'd pray?

Maybe they would tell all of the secrets
she whispered, only to them.
Or when she'd cry into their corners,
singing her broken hymn.

Surely, they'd tell of how they trapped her,
trying to offer her a shield.
Of how he kicked their locked doors in,
giving her no choice but to yield.

If these walls could show emotion,
their paint might curl.
For that is how they would weep,
for that precious little girl.

Their nonexistent eyes bore witness to her pain.
Their ears listened to her screams,
that went unheard,
and drowned out by the patter of rain.

If these walls could talk
They'd tell how really she died.
They'd say: "It wasn't her weak heart. It was suicide."
But these walls do not talk.
They can never make a sound.
For if they could, they would beg to be torn down.