The Streets of Babylon

I walk the streets of Babylon
With mud stains on my feet,
Time and Love have left a brand
That tastes of bittersweet

With every step I grow devoid
And barren of all dreams
Til all that's left is vacancy
With nothing in between

I walk the streets of Babylon
And curse the Morning sun
That sheds a light on all my dark-
My Light that's come undone…

But foolish me, to think that I
Could exile from such Power-
It hounds me so relentlessly
Each moment of each hour…


Sharon Frye
© 2006