I have yet experienced the loud noise what came about from the stumbles of life. Instead I have experienced the falls, the cries from the world. I have left marks in this World because one day it shall be picked up and dropped back down with great force. We have ate this land corruption an now we shame others for our un-neatness. We pour out shadows that displays images of us. We are the reflection of our "doings" an words. A strong desire for change has seized itself in front of us. Now who shall take those steps to free the old ones that weep? Shall we play the suspect in this role? Nor' will I wanna be held hostage in this place what most call home. This desire for satisfaction, has took it toll an now the world will respond back to what we have poured into it.