So, so youthink you can tell Heaven from Hell, Blue skies from pain. Can you tell agreen field From acold steelrail? A smile from aveil? Do you think you cantell? Did they get you to trade Your heroes for ghosts? Hot ashesfor trees? Hot air for a cool breeze? Cold comfort for change? And did you exchange A walk on part in the war For alead role in acage? How I wish, how I wish you were here. Were 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.
Posted on: Fri, 16 Jan 2015 02:04:29 +0000