Demand for attention is what it always stipulates
Remembering a conversation, holding on to a smile
That moment of learning the right numbers to dial
The time of awakening, the joy of feeling alive
And the realization that everything is NOT going to be alright
Because a spell has been casted, a color has been dyed
It'll slowly trap the soul, while instantly capturing the eye
Like a magnet, drawn..
Like gravity, fallen..
And it will always be you that uplifts
Like the sunrise to each day... a Gift