A solitary confined room. The white, barren walls. They whisper a name, a story. It calls to me. I turn on the light, during the dark night. It calls to me. With vigor I break open the wall. The hammer breaks it, Cracking the shell. No posters, no pictures. Empty. Barren, the wall falls. And the boy becomes a man. A man with a second chance, A clean slate. And he'll fill his walls, his way.