STAY

I don’t know where I’ll be tomorrow,
the past year has been rolling sorrows.
My riches gone, my fame has waned,
and you that I loved, you died in pain.

I never thought that you would go,
at twenty-nine, cancer laid low.
Those nervous days, the shaking chills,
no doctor trained could cure your ills.

I notice more the cold, windy nights,
I understand why some stop the fight.
This house of ours, no longer a home.
this team player, now on his own…

Remaining here amongst the past,
is like living in a world of glass.
I have no job to lose myself in,
the fans have moved to the next big thing.

If we’d had kids there’d be a reason
to weather out this bitter season.
But they never came to us anyway,
I wonder then, what’s to make me stay?