by valexposed

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.

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