lunes, 28 de junio de 2010

Wish you were here

So, so you think you can tell
heaven from hell,
blue skies from pain.
Can you tell a green field
from a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?
Did they get you to trade
your heros for ghosts?
Hot ashes from trees?
Hot air from a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
did you exchange
a walk on part in the war
for a lead role in a cage?
How i wish, how i wish you were here.
We're just two lost souls
swimming in a fish bowl,
year after year,
running over the same old ground.
What have we found?
the same old fears.
Wish you were here.

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