When I hear the word Chalk Lines I invision playgrounds and the kids playing on them, the Chalk Lines of hop scotch bold an loud like fresh graffitti, the kids scared to mess up on there turn peerpressure mostlikly, I invision a mother's cry for her child lost as they lay drown in cemint like the pencile used on a school attendince sheet, but love isent present, Insted CSI agents are looking for who pertisapated in this homicide trying to find out what happen, wonting to know like a truth commercil, Life is not a faritale don't act like it not real, but artifical, don't cover your tears saying its just your alergies, you know its not true, deep down inside an unseen battle is taking place, between new an old, good an bad, two in one witch will be outlined with Chalk Lines.
