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Hold up my head, hold my hand, because I am falling 
Hold me together, with tape, with glue
Prayers aren't enough anymore, nobody's listening. 
Tie a noose with the laces of your hole-filled shoes.

Hold up my head, hold my hand, because I am falling
Letters written, stamped, then sent
Apologies aren't enough anymore, and they are refused.
I'm looking for a future, hoping I'll be free when the rules are bent

Hold up my head, hold my hand, because I am falling 
Asking a simple question, am I to be refused too?   
Running from my home isn't enough anymore, for I am not safe here. 
If all I am is a problem, what can I possibly do 
to show you that you were my promise land, a promise of a better place, where I can be safe, where my family can be safe, and yet - 

Hold up my head, hold my hand, because we are falling
Is all lost? - I ask, because the country I was told could be our home has turned us away. 
Hope isn't enough anymore, we need a promise, a contract, or we're fractured.   
We are people, and all we ask for is a home. 

Are we all alone? 

Mercury

VT

18 years old

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