I stand in the rubble of a town left in time
Small its always been small
Small is my frame behind the bare beams
Bare like my heart when Im back here
Both the beams and my heart rusted slightly from time
This town and I
Both broken
If I can’t love this town
And it made me
Am I just as unloveable
I stand among the graves left here
The grass brushing my ankle
If I dont love this town
When it cared for them in my absence
Do I really love them.
This town I had to escape from
Its empty now
But I still love it.











