March second, and it happened,

What’s the feeling when life gives you an amber light but you just wait,

‘Cause I did, I waited, and took in the beauty of that light,

I knew I might never have that chance to speak so freely, so afraid,

With the one whose gaze is sharper than glass.

And in the heat, my soul melted for a while, froze, and stood shaking, 

All I can feel now is the emotion, not the memory, 

And this is why I’m so afraid that nothing is ever real.