As I was composing *"I Remember"*, it wasn't simply a song—it was a return to the parts of my past I still carry. Each verse drew me back to the forest-farm of my childhood, and to the joy of those years.*"I Remember"* is a song woven from memory. Not jus...
When I wrote *"I Remember"*, it wasn't simply a song—it acted as a doorway to the parts of my past I still carry. Each verse drew me back to my whānau, and to the weight of those years.*"I Remember"* is a kind of time travel. Not just laughter and light, ...
While writing *"I Remember"*, it wasn't just music—it acted as a doorway to the people and places that shaped me. The lines and rhythm brought me closer to the forest-farm of my childhood, and to the scars of those years.*"I Remember"* is a kind of time t...
As I was composing *"I Remember"*, it wasn't simply a song—it acted as a doorway to the parts of my past I still carry. Every word brought me closer to old friends, long gone, and to the joy of those years.*"I Remember"* is a musical act of remembering. N...
While writing *"I Remember"*, it wasn't simply a song—it was a return to the people and places that shaped me. Every word transported me to old friends, long gone, and to the weight of those years.*"I Remember"* is a musical act of remembering. Not just l...
When I wrote *"I Remember"*, it wasn't simply a song—it was a return to memories buried in time. The lines and rhythm transported me to the forest-farm of my childhood, and to the scars of those years.*"I Remember"* is a song woven from memory. Not just t...
