the rise and the fall dialect and different skill gripping my hand with every intention of breaking free the roar of the crowd halts to the simple echo of a beating heart as we all attempted to exhale our breathe just wouldn t leave our chest one thousand dainty figures all lined up and linked side to side by the arms each and every limb at our sides as if they were sleeping the quarrel of all communication being choked from our nerves in the end of the bottom line we all anticipate the intense stabs of pins and needles the roar of the crowd halts to the simple echo of a beating heart as we all attempted to exhale our breathe just wouldn t leave our chest shake them off just to find a way to wake them up to make them see what they are losing introduce what you have become show them where you re going struggle to fight the world of everything you ve ever wanted everything that you ve ever wanted 