If these walls can talk

They never can write my words.
Nor my ideas, on these walls.
They will try to color my dreams.
But never can paint it on a canvas.
They will only understand my words.
When these walls,
exists no more.
In words and in dreams.
I wish and dream….
If these walls can talk…
Not about the way.
Nor the will,
but the simple truth.
As good as we are.
And as bad as we are.
I wish and dream…
If these…Walls could hear.
My vision, about paradise.