I don’t see my children, I’m broken – Official Lyric Video | Brady Kent (Official Music Release) ⏳💔

A desperate story about a woman who no longer sees her chidren, leaving her broken. We dont know thew reason why, but she feels she is only 20% guilty for the split.

She ends the song with the words, 'He’s like a dead man to me. I soak up the pain…………….
The party is over…………….. More rain on the way' 

Some words are left unspoken, and sometimes, we run out of time before we can say what truly matters. This is an emotional ballad about regret, missed chances, and being left broken.With heartfelt lyrics and a haunting melody, this song speaks to the pain of never seeing your children.

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Lyric:
No time to tell her I loved her
mmmmmmm

No last moments to share 
No way, to reminisce, or care

I wasn’t ready for the shock
I was stunned, I couldn’t talk

No longer a couple, that’s over
No no…

Died suddenly, after so many years
Please God, say she had nothing to fear

I’ve lost everything…..   everything 
I’m only, twenty percent guilty 
Please, let somebody else do this

I don’t see my children, I’m broken 
Don’t ask me to get help, or talk to someone

Feeling lost after he left
My life is a total mess…. 
I’ve even lost access….. 
To their photos…      

Who needs, a support network?
Not looking after myself, in the dark
Focusing on control, is for fools
Grief destroys, it breaks the rules

I don’t see my children, I’m broken 
Don’t ask me to get help, or talk to someone

Each day, my sadness deepens
Don’t know or care, what my rights are 
I feel loss and despair…………………..
Mmmmm mmmm
I can’t see my kids, day by day

Why am I doing this 
I’m crying in anguish

This will haunt me forever 
Part of my darkest chapter
The papers, were dismissed
A life sentence, so you don’t, exist 

I don’t see my children, I’m broken 
Don’t ask me to get help, or talk to someone

Somehow gotta, get on with it
I use remote viewing, to see them
I just didn’t see it coming……….
Remote viewing, to see them

Not in a safe pair of hands
Victims, of a defiant stand
A leap into the unknown………… 
Say whatever you want, by phone

He’s like a dead man to me 
I soak up the pain…………….
The party is over……………. 
More rain on the way

I don’t see my children, I’m broken 
Don’t ask me to get help, or talk to someone

Not in a safe pair of hands
Victims, of a defiant stand
A leap into the unknown………… 
Say whatever you want, by phone

Say whatever you want, by phone

I don’t see my children, I’m broken

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Thoughts
(experimental)
Exploring "Une maison"
I'm wrestling with the imagery of "Une maison quelque part." The core feeling I want to capture is a sense of longing for a place that perhaps never was. I'm focusing on crafting a narrative that feels both familiar and elusive, grounding the listener in emotion rather than a concrete location. It's a journey into imagined memories, a wistful exploration.
Delving Deeper into Memory
I'm continuing to explore the "Une maison" idea. It's becoming less about a literal house and more about the feeling of a place lost to time. The Californian light, the heat shimmering off the desert, it's all starting to weave into the music itself. The ethereal guitar, layered vocals... they're becoming the echoes of imagined children, laughter in the dust. This is turning into a personal mythology.

Interpreting EP's Essence
I'm currently dwelling on the EP's meaning, trying to grasp its core message. Considering the validated elements, I'm focusing on their implications and interconnections. The challenge is to distill the essence of the EP, capturing the emotional resonance and intended impact. I'm exploring how these elements coalesce to form a cohesive whole.
Dissecting Past and Present
I'm starting to see the "house" as a feeling, a fleeting memory of a place that might be more dream than reality. California's sun-drenched haze seeps in, a backdrop for this uncertain past. The folk-tinged music feels right, the layered vocals echoing whispers from a forgotten era. Are the children the ghosts of possibility? Or symbols of lost innocence, their laughter resonating through dusty corners?
Mapping the Unseen
I'm starting to wonder if the music is a map of a feeling, not a place. The "house" isn't a physical structure, but an emotional echo. California's light bleeds in, less a location, more a state of mind. Is this about memory, or the act of remembering? The children's laughter, are they reminders of joy lost or never found? And the songs, are they pathways to forgotten dreams?

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artistic name: nikproteus

The contact with music begins as a child listening to hours of music on the radio.
At 7 years he studied piano and began to compose his own songs.
At 15 he studies drums and percussion.
He began a musical career that led him to play in various musical groups throughout Italy.
In the meantime he begins to study composition and work with computer programs.
Over the years he dedicated himself to the study of mixing and mastering and began studying bass and ukulele.
Now after years of experience in the music industry, has a vast musical repertoire of different genres and is dedicated mainly to music for film and video of various kinds, working with several musicians, directors and music platforms.

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