Imagino el dolor enorme cuando pierdes a una persona muy querida, pero no tengo la certeza de llegar a comprenderlo. Escucho esta canción y pienso en ti.
Para mi amigo, que hace poco se despidió de su padre.
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.
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A veces tampoco hay palabras para decir gracias o quizás simplemente a estas alturas ya no hay palabras, se me acabaron todas.
Os quiero.
IAN
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