Let Babylon Burn

Every soul carry scars of the years we lost…
Some we can’t forget
Some we shouldn’t remember.
Still, life call us now
We all bear marks from the years we lost,
Our own, or the ones of another’s cost
Years that slipped into sorrow and pain,
Empty shadows, nothing to gain
Some
I can’t recall, they fade away,
A blurry film best left that way
Other times, the memories burn so clear
Every word, every wound still near.
Etched in the skin, nailed in the soul
Echoes inside me, taking control.
Silent screams no one could hear
The lost years whisper, always here
The lost years, gone but close,