So, so you think you can tell
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.
-Pink Floyd-

LovedByAMiracle's Works

Poetry	02/13/2004	Eyeliner Stains
Poetry	02/10/2004	Feeling Your Desperation
Poetry	02/07/2004	The Death of A Miracle's Love
Poetry	02/04/2004	Returning with Apathy
Poetry	02/02/2004	The Words That Stain My Flesh
Poetry	01/30/2004	Haunting Games
Poetry	01/26/2004	The Beginning of Insanity
Poetry	01/25/2004	What Lies Beneath
Poetry	01/25/2004	Unknown Lust
Poetry	01/24/2004	14 years
Poetry	01/24/2004	My eyes
Poetry	01/23/2004	Distorted Love

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