If These Walls Could Talk - Lee Ann Womack

If houses tell stories

I wonder

About these walls of yours and mine

They could repeat any number

Of things

They’ve heard and seen in their time

All of the angry words spoken

Then the silence that follows for days

All that leaves a home feeling broken

Lord, if these walls could talk they’d pray

If love lived here you couldn’t tell

Five thousand square feet of living hell

And two hearts that need to be saved

It all died here from pure neglect

Is it too dead to resurrect

Lord, if these walls could talk they’d pray

Two little hands folded tight by her bedside

Asking Jesus will my family be ok

A child of five is just too small

Her prayers alone can’t save us all

Lord, if these walls could talk they’d pray

Lord, if these walls could talk they’d pray