Heaven from Hell
blue skys 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 heros 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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