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Based On: "These Are Their Stories" from Law and Order: Special Victims Unit I can't leave my house alone For the fear I might not return I've therpaized the only child in me that still seems to have some hope There are too many obstacles To call it a coincidence I feel myself being plotted against amidst the war of worlds Your playing field was an expanse of sea And I sailed it unwarily You lent a friendly hand to me Now I wish you hadn't Through the highest tide  I now swim with the sharks In the waters uncharted Until they believe I'm one of them I couldn't recall your face Even after they asked me a 100 times I could sense them believing that I was lying  To get someone on my side I drift to the edge of life Unsure if I want to be saved For if I have to live with being violated for the rest of my life,  I don't want to I haven't gotten used to the new me yet I'm tossing coins to decide my fate But now the fountain is...

Candles, they keep me company Carpets, with burns on both of my feet Dark clouds, save a little for me I promise to see you again What is it like to be that free With no shackles holding at your feet Hot afternoons with sweet tea I'd play this forever on repeat All my money spent on lies I stole enough to stay alive Do they ask why?  Or do they tell you good bye When your young they don't trust you When your old enough they rob your views They open up all your healed wounds Make you wish they would die for you Moonlight, on a cool night Blankets, with no torn sides Rendezvous, through the stone walls I hear you I hope it's actually you I hoped you were, waiting for me Out on the train tracks, out of the city Raided a carriage for me to escape The last thing I saw was the smoky landscape All my money spent on lies I stole enough to stay alive Do they ask why?  Or do they tell you good bye When your young they don't trust you When your old enough they rob your...

Hold my hand  And watch us disappear From this, land they took from us We can go away  Become memories And they'll talk about us like martyrs Born to die I could fight on the front lines Forever in my mind And all that I hope is That you'll learn from that All my fears become battles That you'll win in time I'll pass down all the lores of love That I had for my hometown Now it's all a memory  Painted just by me No one left to corroborate Its left to you to believe Have you wondered How we got this far It's stitched into my skin Never lose hope of who you are All my scars become tattoos That learn to fade with time Red leaks from my hands and stains The glass to tell a rime Memorials for the ones who fought But never for the ones who lost Their lives just being brave for once Never lose hope from where you come from Have you wondered  How you got this far Your hometown sings Your song like a prayer in the dark.  -Neha Bhende