Relativnost

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 trade your heroes for ghosts?Hot ashes for trees? Hot air for a cold breeze?Cold comfort for change? And did you exchangea 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.