Babylon Gate

12 January 2005

Take a journey with me back to May ‘38
My brother lost an eye down at Babylon Gate
They said he’d never make it – the doctors said he’d die
But my brother looked at them out of his one good eye

He said ‘I will not lay down, I will not lay still
Until my attacker is struck down and killed
I don’t care about justice but I care for revenge
And always in dreams I am raking dirt over his bones.’

For years he was travelling, hunting his dreams
And he cut a lonely figure, hanging ragged at the seams
And for years I didn’t know him, until one year just passed
He sat upon my doorstep and held my hands fast.

He said ‘Brother I have sinned, I’ve struck a good man down
I thought it was the lodgings of my enemy I’d found
But when I turned the body over, it was the wrong one
I’m so scared of what I’ve done, and of the man that I’ve become.’

‘But I can not lay down, I can not lay still
Until my attacker is struck down and killed
I don’t care about justice but I care for revenge
And always in dreams I am raking dirt over his bones.’

He said ‘I wish I was different, I wish I was good
I wish I loved Jesus, like I probably should.
But I chose this obsession, this lonely path to drive
And if I did not choose it, well I would not be alive.’

He said ‘Sometimes I’m crying, but I don’t understand
Why my dead eye is dry and my mouth feels like sand
And the pain in my belly, like a punch – like hate
It cannons me back to Babylon Gate.

‘But I can not lay down, I can not lay still
Until my attacker is struck down and killed
I don’t care about justice but I care for revenge
And always in dreams I am raking dirt over his bones.’

‘I know that I’ll find him’, he said with a sigh
‘But now if I kill him, will this hate also die?
For my abiding commitment to vengeance and rage
Has made me a dog in another man’s cage.’

He said ‘Make me a promise, give me your word’
And as I sat beside him I could hear his speech was slurred
He said ‘I want you to kill me, it’s surely my fate,
And bury my bones under Babylon Gate.’

Because now I’ll lay down, now I’ll lay still
Alhough my attacker still bears me ill will
I was blinded by hatred – destroyed by revenge
And always in dreams I am raking dirt over his bones.’

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