Remnants

There's a hundred page book I read all the time

Tells the story of a lone child on a star

And there are watercolor pictures here and there

Drawings I can't help consider for a while



'Cause they bring back things from the past

Things that we no longer think about today

They are thoughts that have been fading out with time

They're the remnants of a childhood we forget



So this is for the airman who drew a sheep for me

For the fox and for the rose that I have tamed

For the pointsman and the businessman I could not understand

For the silver snake who frightened me to death



And I still catch a glimpse at mesmerizing things from time to time

Merging recollections shimmer very, very far behind

They're the remnants of a childhood I have lived

I have lived, loved, and cherished 'till the end

Till the end

Till the end

Till the end



Thanks to The Proud Canadian