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o Babylon
by Matthew Thomason I watched the pieces fall away I watched them tumble down Billowing in a cloud of steel dust and bone chips The towers, the towers, they have fallen And none are there who can rebuild them Babylon, o Babylon, your children are crying Your men are weak and your women barren Your crops lie dead in the field Your storehouses are desolate and dark Your roadways are littered with debris Babylon, o Babylon, your people are dying The towers, the towers, they have fallen And none are there to rebuild them Wherefore shall we go? What then shall we do? Who will shelter us from this madness? The rocks, they cry out in broken anguish The trees lay wrecked twisted torn The oceans fill with blood and choke on death The sky is afire Even the moon, the moon is falling, breaking, dark Babylon, o Babylon, your time is ending Your ease and comfort forgotten Your knowledge gives you no answers Nature destroyed your serenity Even the sun and stars have fallen, dark, forgotten Where will you hide? Islands sink into the sea Mountains fall and valleys fill The earth weeps in pain Babylon, o Babylon, you have but one task left You have to burn. And I have to watch. Article Source: http://www.faithwriters.com |