The Joy in Sarah's Eyes

Sarah, you were five years old
When the ceiling fell from its walls
Do you remember your height on the walk?
You’d be taller now, further to fall
Sarah, is this where you were born
In this room, on the night of the storm?
Do you remember the thundering sound
And how you’d cry if I put you down?
How you’d cry if I put you down
Sarah, I see you every day
And though I age, you stay the same
How I remember the joy in your eyes
That joy still in me, and keeps me alive
Oh, it keeps me alive
And it keeps you, oh, it keeps you alive