To: Syd
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.
10 posted on
11/14/2006 3:33:15 AM PST by
j_k_l
(http://www.oneflewoverthechurch.com)
To: j_k_l; UKRaddell
Cheers to Ya Syd!
11 posted on
11/14/2006 3:46:40 AM PST by
Cheapskate
( You got your pitchfork and I got my gun, somthin's got to give !)
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