Ambitious old city,
And tower called Babel.
Along the plain Shinar,
Built to reach God's portal.
Afraid to fall like you,
So here on Earth I stayed.
Not daring to soar high,
No Babel tower head.
Unfair I badly crashed,
To grounds I never left.
My peace has turned to ash,
As cares pushed me to rise.
Doesn't count if one's dreams,
Fly as high as Heaven.
Dreams die first, like my aims,
From the mounds I made haven.
Were those voices I hear?
Or echoes from my past?
God, I can't decipher,
Our language spoken last.
My tower of Babel,
We were but ignorant.
Your lofty dreams crumbled,
As did my humble chant.
Your plains, where I was named,
Like you, I should have dreamed.
And fell like a Tower tall,
Screaming loudly as I fall.
Screamed of a common language,
Of faith, of love, of hope...
Still louder would God's voice,
Splitting tongues we can't cope.
My Tower of Babel,
For you I'm scared to fly.
Fallen Tower of Babel,
To linguists you still lie.