Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Babylonia, oh Babylonia
Como tus hijos lloran por pan.
Babylonia, oh Babylonia
Como te esperan los que ya no estan.

Lujos, plaseres, embrujos por doquier  
Pero ahora quien te va a ver?

Babylonia, oh babylonia
en mi alma siempre viviras
Babylonia, oh Babylonia
en tus pecados siempre to recuerdaran

Maldito, bendito, del mismo dios
Babylonia, te as perdido la voz

Por que no te diste la vuelta
tornate mi amor a otro lugar
Por que no te diste la vuelta
regresastes por donde te as venido
How do I do this?
How can I pull the shadows from my veins?
With every drop of red I find a little blue,
and the more of me I find, the more I find of you.

Take the knife in hand and cut it out,
but I rid myself of what?
Too deep, you have gone too deep
Now I will have to live with you there
within my keep.

If only worlds had never known
and feet had never tread.
If only two nights had never met
and those words had never been said.
I've scattered letters across helpless white pages
in the hopes of finding some solace in verse and prose.
But words will not be the beacons that lead me home,
not this time.

The only way I will make it home this time around
will be by breath.

Maybe this unvoiced cry will be caught up by the wind
and carried off, far into the dark reaches of dusk
and maybe there, they will light upon an old hope of mine.
A secret place.

The only way I will make it home this time around
will be by His breath.
There are sounds and melodies that bring to my mind such dreams:
A smile, a quiet happy gaze into my eyes; as if I were something worth wanting.
Bright, clear, and gentle sunlight.
A dress twirling in the cool breeze,
bare feet dancing in the grass.
Dreams too beautiful to touch with my stained hands.

All I know is that I long so deeply, and it hurts.
I would see your smile again,
not the one you show as a guard for your mind and heart,
but I would see the smile that plays across your face
when you wear your mind and heart upon your lips.
A smile too beautiful to touch with my stained hands.

We sang together once,
your voice wrapped up in mine, and mine in yours.
And that music seeped through the stones in my walls.
It broke my soul, and I was left without hopes of repair.
But I would drink of your voice once more,
A voice too beautiful to say my name.
When the pieces have been scattered and thrown in,
in with your bread cast upon the waters
When every compass has lost its firm fair north
and that once sharp sword has been blunted
what then?

"Trudge on!" I hear, "just wait, just wait" is whispered in my ear
but I have lost the once clear edges to my world
and I cannot pay the cost to hold my grip or to let go
I cannot bare the weight of where I stand
or to where these longings flow

Yet I will watch and I will wait, to see what comes over that hill
for there is aching and there are longings
as these dark waters seep into my will
The ice flickers down with glints of rain and guilt
I do not dare to feel all that I could
Delight, too weak a word

She sees a world hidden behind a curtain of silence and snow
I watch her eyes pierce the veil
And I dare to ache

To see it with her
The tide drags in the dregs,
churns up the silt of my sentiments

I am wading in deep waters, trying to get home

The bitter current of my discontent
rushes, feeds these waves of my regret

I am wading in deep waters, trying to get home.

This raging sea and siren calls
beckon me, to break to fall

Oh I am wading in deep waters, trying to get home
Next page