Stay

Await in hope of every day. 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 hometown, 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. But you leave me nothing in my hometown, And now you want to pull us down. But I can hope, and I can pray, and I will stay. Let the cold air bite my face, For I am angry at this place; Wherein nothing stays the same. It breaks my heart to let you go, When deep inside, us, we both know That you will not be back again. But you leave me nothing in my hometown, And now you want to pull us down. But I can hope, and I can pray, and I will stay. --- Stay - Alison Moyet