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 I'm 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   That you will not be back again.