You know it’s different;
When you stay up late,
Beyond your usual hours,
Holding a pen, inking your notebook,
When the dam can’t hold
When the cracks start to appear,
And a flood comes rushing;
When you notice the painted sky,
Wait for the gilded sunrise,
Hear the morning’s orchestra;
It’s the star on her face when she smiles,
The glint in her eyes when she stares,
The fire in her voice when she speaks.
Coz you remember it all,
Nothing leaves your heart,
You remember it all.