How Does A Moment Last Forever (Montmartre)

This is the Paris of my childhood
These were the borders of my life
In this crumbling, dusty attic
Where an artist loved his wife
I was the baby in that cradle
All that I knew was I was loved
Now I’m sure of so much more
Or am I…?
Easy to remember, harder to move on
Knowing the Paris of my childhood is gone