When I was Three- Track 1

Cinematic orchestral ballad with haunting piano and string arrangement, Female soprano vocalist sings emotionally and dramatically, telling the story of a child witnessing love, death, and memory on Christmas Eve, Dark, slow tempo (70 BPM, 3/4 time), similar to “Once Upon a December” and “Never Enough, ”

It happened when I was three, Two nights before Christmas Eve. I crept downstairs, quiet as snow, Didn’t want to be seen, didn’t want them to know. The tree stood tall in the fire’s light, Silver and blue, oh it shimmered bright. My mother’s hands had made it shine, A masterpiece, so pure, divine. But I wasn’t watching the tree that night, Something else had caught my sight… They were dancing by the fire’s glow, Like time itself had learned to slow. He held her close, she breathed his name, Two hearts, one flame. The world stood still, just them and me, Believing love could last… at three. Then glass came crashing through the night, The fire screamed with crimson light. A man in black stepped through the pain, And nothing was the same again. They were dancing by the fire’s glow, But now the song had turned to woe. He held her close, she screamed his name, Two hearts, one flame. The world collapsed, the lights grew dim, And I was frozen, watching him. She took the glass — her trembling hand, A crimson bloom upon the sand. She pressed her wrist against his lips, And whispered something as she slipped. Before the dark could steal her light, She turned and found my eyes that night… They were dancing by the fire’s glow, And now I’m old enough to know. That love and loss can look the same, Two hearts, one flame. The last thing that she gave to me, Were her eyes… and that memory. It happened when I was three… Two nights before Christmas Eve.

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