Look there upon the stoney walls
to stories which are told
leading into greater halls
lay memories of old
Some well-lit; some in shadow
o'er dusty cobwebs lay
all of them a symphony
brought to the light of day
See over here are too few threads
and over there are more
glistening with golden glint
they speak a telling lore
What history's displayed so well
goes back through yesteryear
beautifully it shows a path
all now made very clear
Pay no mind to fraying strings
though tempting they may be
all the seeming unkempt parts
are there specifically
Each and every single thread is
but just a single part
desperation, pain, and hope
Life's tapestry as art
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