Remnants
Here’s a song from deep within the trenches of pandemic life, from across the Atlantic Ocean. A prog rock/metal symphony of heartbreak; a deep and melancholy musical journey.
Are we being watched?
Are we being warned?
Strange places, traces, pictures,
a sliver of who are
My heart aches over little things
Places, faces, things that have changed
Slowly rearranged
Sleeping through dreams
My heart aches in every place
Little things hold me helpless
Over and over and over again, in pieces
Remembering when you were who you said
Little pieces, remnants of what you say
Traces of empathy
Over and over and over again
My heart breaks in so many places
Remnants, pieces come falling down
My heart breaks into pieces
Remnants, I’m falling down
In so many places, traces, remnants
As my heart breaks
©2021 Rich Brewer