A wait in hope of every day that changes come as changes may with every fear that allay. I have a horror of this place yet ľm accustomed to its face and l am safe within its maze. But you leave me nothing in my home town and now you want to pull us down, but can hope, and l can pray, and will stay. I traced my way from bluebel hill to the park, and further still, onto the rise beyond the mounds. And from this point l can see my life in its entirety mapped before me on the ground let the cold air bite my face for l 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.