Hidden Remnant
Twenty, thirty, forty times a day I say
Hey! What’s happening here?
Twenty, thirty times a day I say, Hey!
Just let me disappear
There’s so many hanging round making time and sounds
Secretly awaiting someone to say, “This here’s the way!”
There are so many shattered minds, beaten down and blind
Who would sooner follow sheep than to stray from their resumes.
Then there’s the few who will forge their lines
Through the darkness of night for the hope of some sunshine
Hidden remnant in my eyes,
Rise, Take me home,
Hidden remnant in my eyes,
Rise, and come and take me home
Twenty, thirty, forty times a day I say
Hey! Can this be my fate?
Twenty, thirty times a day I say, Hey!
I fear it’s just too late.
There are so many things to learn, things one must discern
Or be led straight into chains by swine/ And die there entwined
There’s so many things unknown or things rarely shown
Or shown always but behind some strange screen
So rarely seen.
But for the few who peer past their eyes,
Who peer into the dark to see who’s dancing behind those lines
Hidden remnant in my eyes,
Rise, Take me home,
Hidden remnant in my eyes,
Rise, and come and take me home
There are so many words to know, words that burst and grow
Words that frighten or enlighten or define
Words so serpentine
Words like “I believe, believe.”
Words like “harmony” words like “Lord, Lord I’m free, free at last”
Words so great, so vast.
But there’s so few that dwell in our souls
That we live, that we breathe, that we don’t kill by control.
Hidden remnant in my eyes,
Rise, Take me home,
Hidden remnant in my eyes,
Rise, and come and take me home.
Words and music by Patrick James Walsh
All rights reserved 2005