They were all true, all your worst fears
For these walls once had eyes and ears.
See'th I, all your laughs and smiles
Heard I, your fights and reconciles
For ye all came to me to rejoice
Your joy buoyed my own voice.
They were all true..
Witness'd I too, the tears rolling down your cheek
Harketh (1) I, the life if your loved one get so bleak
For ye all came to me to mourn
For I get to see you all forlorn.
They were all true....
Once, I used to grieve with your kind,
Once I used to make merry
Now I know, gloom isn't eternal
Now I know, not all seasons are vernal (2).
They were all true...
Who am I, you might ask?
The omniscient, omnipresent?
From the fires of the world, I give you douse,
I am your own space, your shelter, your house.
1) Harketh- Archaic term for 'heard'
2) Vernal- Related to spring season.
