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?
Did they get you to trade
Your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
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...

... risas, lagrimas, nostalgia...
recuerdos que quiebran
momentos que nos hacen analizar tantas cosas, lugares que nos hacen revivir momentos.
Es parte de la vida todo aquello...
la fuerza no se pasa ni se gana, la fuerza nace, se crea ...
esa es la ferza que uno nombra en una tarde como la de hoy.