I have tended to my garden,
I have offered up my hands,
my hometown streets have
changed their face
to more profitable demands.

I have clung onto my mother,
I have fallen in my stride,
all childhood friends
have learnt to love
through the many times they've lied.

I have waited at the doctor's,
I have wasted teenage love,
all music found has
brought to me
old promises from the dove.

I have kept the fresh olive leaf,
I have fallen from your mind,
your hometown heart has
spoiled in time,
and you have left me far behind.

I have twisted in these bedsheets,
I am lonely and I have cried,
as I leave this place,
to ventures wide,
I think I have already died.