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 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 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 her

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