Stuck in Town.

Faces are changing and no one will stay.
People still continue to move and leave
Never seeing the past in the same way.
Difficult to remain and still believe.

Belief in the town I once thought I knew.
Trust in the words of the people once here.
Yet they still seem to leave right on their queue.
Almost as if they have something to fear.

Though nothing in this town will stay the same
I will still be here, a consistent flame.