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 we found? The same old fears.
Wish you were here.
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2 comments:
...de multa vreme tot am mai vrut sa scriu ceva...dar dupa ce citesc cuvintele tale ce sa mai scriu ? :-(...
...dar acum cu 'wish you were here'-ul asta...trebuie sa scriu macar inca o data anul acesta ca aici e blog-ul meu preferat...
...multumesc mult Ana...
...un an nou cat mai bun...
Codrin
multumesc mult de urare Codrine ,
sper intr-un an mai bun , asa ca toti ...un an bun si voua , cu tot ce va doriti !
1000 de vise implinite !
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