Song of Loss

August 29, 2016

This is a song I wrote for a musical of sorts some friends and I were working on. It didn’t quite pan out but I still come back to this and the scene it is written for – a story about losing your memories and in essence, yourself.


“Maybe we should think of memory itself as a work of art—and a work of art is never finished, only 
abandoned.”

Song Of Loss (working title)

They say your treasure is where your heart is
Maybe there’s an easier way to measure this
How will I know what’s important to me
Will I still recognise the faces I see

Like the ticking of time
I’m slowly checking out of this mind
I may not remember your face
or that everything and nothing has changed

Chorus
I am here counting the days
While my mind is slowly slipping away
I cling on to the rhythms of faith,
This I know will resonate
long after I fail to remember my own name.

Bridge
The silence talks, time fills the room
Though blind with age, I have rediscovered faith

But no matter how tomorrow unfurls
I will not pine the lost cause of empty hours
Long after this moment is gone
I remember enough to know
That my tomorrows are yours.

Chorus
I am here counting the days
While my mind is slowly slipping away
I cling on to the rhythms of faith,
This I know will resonate
long after I fail to remember my own name.

Bridge
The silence talks, time fills the room
Though blind with age, I have rediscovered faith