Remnants in your pockets in the room
How did I know what would loom
Ahead for all of us
Just ashes and dust
And remnants left on the shelf
Maybe you couldn't help yourself
And no one else will
Since you're the only one who can heal
Your wounded Spirit and our broken wings
At night I hear the Whipperwill sing-
or, no, the Whipperwill is a remnant too
From long before I knew you
