sexta-feira, 6 de maio de 2011

Two lost souls swimming in a fish bow

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,ayear after year.
 Running over the same old ground. What have we found?
The same old fears. Wish you were here.

(Wish you were here - há muito tempo presente, quase que cotidianamente, neste blog)

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