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They called her Babylon.
A fallen angel with grace to spare.
She is walking fiction
With her face upturned twards Heaven.
And shes reaching for home
Tugging on Gods ear
A child who wished to look her Father in the eye
And she treads on glass
Her blood my water
And she takes my face in her hands
Teaching me words in her kiss
Giving me power and strength
With a dance
Her fingertips have touched stars
And I think How precious as she speaks
She is dust, she is beauty
She is Time with sorrow hidden in her smile
Her name is Babylon.
My beautiful Babylon.
Ill build a tower to immortalize you.
And she dances on water
She knows something I do not
She knows I came here to see her
She grabs my hand and directs it
She smiles and laughs
My Babylon.
Now shes bloodied and war torn
And now shes made of glass
I ask her why she cries with a smile
Her tears are sand and her smile a gaping canyon.
And she takes my hand yet again
Reaching to touch the stars
Reaching for home.
And I find words within myself
Words I never knew
Words like seeds sewn by my Babylon.
And theres a hand reaching towards us.
Oh, Babylon!
But she still stands there and so am I
We survive but so terribly sad
My terrible Babylon I whisper.
And with defiant smiles we reach out again.
To touch the stars and dance with Time
And this I tell to you now
That this woman was someone I knew
She was an angel
With her bloodied feet and soaring words.
We danced and she taught me these words.
And taught me to reach for Heaven.
To reach for her Homeland.
And see eye to eye with God
And with her kiss still upon my lips
Her name still ringing from my mouth.
They called her Babylon.
My beautiful, dancing, bloody Babylon.