Soffi Di Parole...

Post N° 11


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? 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? Did you exchange a walk on part in the war for a lead role in 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.