Towers of Babel

In these woeful evenings In these days of death My heart is always beating And my soul's always bereft I find that I'm repeating Wild warnings out of breath As hours of life are fleeting In the days that we got left We build these towers of Babel Into places in the sky We choose our fields of battle And that is where we lie It's right around the corner The thing I keep at bay When you will be the mourner And don your black and gray When you will so forlornly trod The dust of yesterday When you will eat the bitter root And weep your tears away We build these towers of Babel Into places in the sky We make our wings too fragile And that is how we fly In the gloom of 4 am so restlessly do I Pray to angels every one To live and not to die And they may sing in heaven But they bring me no reply Now the fear is in my heartbeat And the tear is in my eye I built these towers of Babel Now I see them where they lay Let me ride upon the saddle Till I sleep beneath the clay