Rolling stones; High and lows. Clapping crowd; criticizing sound. Tears of Joy; Tears that cuts. life in your hands; suddenly you can't trace the dots. limiting slopes; a heart that hopes. seems like a million years; no one can reach your peak. forgetting gravity; you thought you have pair of wings. and as you jump off the cliff; you fell so fast deep. crushing in all the filthy streets; you decided not to walk even in your dreams. familiar faces as you knock the door; looking for a home because it's cold. but no one heard your call; cause you have abandoned them last fall. Broken and losing hope; you sat down and had a deep thought; you should have humbled thy self years ago; because now your castle can't save you. Gold can make you rich; But it can't give you love. ~I~