The walls of concrete,
Hides the voices of anger,
Sadness,
Love,
And pain;

They say walls have ears,
Maybe that’s why they are keepers of secrets,
The best of all listeners,
Standing still and devouring the words,
Stained with tears and maybe blood,
Painted over by the happy colours,
Decorated by the frames of happy faces,
And the forgotten paintings of old houses;

No one takes a glimpse of it,
Unless it has a face, a disclosure,
Frames, paintings, and mirrors,
The walls of concrete,
Hides the voices of anger,
Sadness,
Pain,
And love.