A wait in hope of every day That changes come as changes may With every fear that I allay. I have a horror of this place Yet IÂŽm accustomed to its face
And I am safe within its maze
But you leave me nothing in my home town And now you want to pull us down, But I can hope, and I can pray, and I will stay
I traced my way from bluebell hill To the park, and further still, Onto the rise beyond the mounds. And from this point I can see My life in its entirety Mapped before me on the ground
Let the cold air bite my face For I am angry at this place Wherein nothing stays the same. It breaks by heart to let you go When deep inside us we both know