still mylife gently weeps..

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 you found? The same old fears.Wish you were here.