Stephanie Hatfield - Not Her Lyrics

Raised in a city torn down by its pride
Glowing in shadows of bones in the sky
Veins full of wanderlust fell away in time
When everyone else would bleed the city dry

Not her, she stayed
When everyone last one would go away
Not her, she cried
Every last time she said goodbye

Towering hopes now blow out broken windows
Vines twist in cracks splitting bricks with the snows
Crime's a patina that mutes all that glowed
City smeared with a forgetting that most will never know

Not her, she sees
What every last one would choose to leave
Not her, she still cries
For every last time she said goodbye

Depth and perseverance
A beauty rarely seen
Pockets of resurgence
This city laid claim to me
To me, to me, to me