Back in Time: Mayday

Babylon lyrics

Friday night I'm going nowhere
All the lights are changing green to red
Turning over TV stations
Situations running through my head
Well looking back through time
You know it's clear that I've been blind
I've been a fool
To ever open up my heart
To all that jealousy, that bitterness, that ridicule

Saturday I'm running wild
And all the lights are changing red to green
Moving through the crowd I'm pushing
Chemicals all rushing through my bloodstream
Only wish that you were here
You know I'm seeing it so clear
I've been afraid
To tell you how I really feel
Admit to some of those bad mistakes I've made

If you want it
Come and get it
Crying out loud
The love that I was
Giving you was
Never in doubt
Let go your heart
Let go your head
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And feel it now

Babylon, Babylon

Sunday all the lights of London
Shining , Sky is fading red to blue
I'm kicking through the Autumn leaves
And wondering where it is you might be going to
Turning back for home
You know I'm feeling so alone
I can't believe
Climbing on the stair
I turn around to see you smiling there
In front of me

If you want it
Come and get it
Crying out loud
The love that I was
Giving you was
Never in doubt
And feel it now
Let go your heart
Let go your head
And feel it now
Let go your heart
Let go your head
And feel it now
Let go your heart
Let go your head
And feel it now
Let go your heart
Let go your head
And feel it now

Babylon, Babylon, Babylon

Time had slowed; it slowed to a crawl. I regained consciousness of my surroundings upon entering the hospital. Then time seemed to fast forward… back in time; while standing before me, rested Kiley. On the night of the Home Invasion in the E.R., she was able to feign her jeopardy. They admitted her in a Phoenix hospital into the Intensive Care Unit. In only took a matter of weeks before she was incapable of responding at all.

Upon each day of our arrival to visit the fallen prospective mother, I recall an overwhelming dread upon turning the corner entering the ICU waiting room. It was the consternation of mass hysteria, the realization of the worst possible outcome. While Kiley was in her medically induced coma, the waiting room’s innocent bystanders had witnessed tragedies to other families with similar circumstances. It was a membership no one wanted to belong to. On this particular day at the end of May, we learned both baby and mother were in life threatening distress.

Be it the physical trauma, be it the emotional trauma, the time had arrived when saving both unborn Chelsea and mother Kiley reached uncertainty. If need be, the unborn child’s life would not be the primary concern. It was determined to be my job to break the news to the unborn baby’s father. I’ve felt physical pain and I’ve experienced emotional trauma in my life, yet the familiarity did not make me feel prepared for what I must do.

Someone must tell me, how one tells a fellow Human Being to let go of their heart, to let go of their head. How does a father tell his son to lose all hope in the miracle? This calling cut through to my very soul as we walked to the parking area. It was the longest as well as the shortest walk in my life…and it had nothing to do with distance. As Kevin began to light a cigarette, I stopped him.

My voice cracked and tears welled up in my eyes before I began to speak. “I need to tell you something son. If things get any worse they need to save Kiley and the baby is secondary. If the Mom dies the baby can’t live. Just be prepared if that comes into being. I’m not saying it’s going to happen, but …”

The boy nodded and then proceeded to light that cigarette. His voice crackled as he simply said, “I know.” As I looked into his eyes, tears streamed down his face. This image evoked the memory of the night this human horror began, only then it was dried blood which stained the face of my son. It was at this point I believed all would work out. God only knows what the future may hold, but how much can any man take, young or old? On this occasion we both maintained a silence, an understanding, fore there seemed no point to babble on.

When life’s outcome is out of our control we often find all we have left is hope. Life is and shall always be what happens while we making other plans. So we role with the punches, wrap our minds around the adversary and push back hard with all the strength we can muster. It has the power to bring any man to his knees, and so we pray we can get up while we move our feet. I knew my son grasped that concept from the school of hard knocks.

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gjfalcone 3 years ago from Gilbert, Arizona Author

tirelesstraveler,

Essentially it is a flasback from a previous moment in time. Although my intent is to write each hub to stand on its own, this particular moment is linked to the totality of the storyline.

Much thanks for your input. I appreciate the kind words. Be well fellow tirelesstraveler.


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tirelesstraveler 3 years ago from California

I am a little confused by what you are trying to say in the first paragraph. This gave me the shivers. Very powerful writing.

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