The Joy in Sarah's Eyes - Douglas Dare

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