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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?
And did they get you to trade
Your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
And 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 you found?
The same old fears.
Wish you were here.
 Bleeding Apocalypse · Mon May 23, 2005 @ 10:35pm · 2 Comments |
