I was but a young man
​struggling in the streets of Babylon.
​A cess pool of drugs and sex
that i took no part in.

​Surrounded by chaos;
​I would shut myself in my room,
​if I could even call it mine, 
​to hide myself from my tormentors.

​Sometimes, you would visit me,
​an angel misplaced,
​and you were kind to me.
Maybe you were my destiny.

​But I was stuck, and didn't know it,
in a dead-end love gone wrong,
​bound by the implications
of a single night.

​We parted ways, nary a farewell,
as I descended into depravity.
It took me years to find my way,
​and break those shackles that bound me.

​And then one day a familiar face,
and tired eyes that mirrored my own.
Oh sweet angel, hath fell from grace.
​Take my hand, I'll take you home.