Only If these walls could talk;

they would tell me stories,

stories about the days that passed me by,

about the people that passed me by and never looked back.

About the small things that made me laugh,

and the little things that made me cry.

But they can't talk.

That's why I'm gonna put my childhood memories on repeat,

so I'll never forget how the little things are a big part of 

who I am today !