Wish you were here

I'm posting this kinda old illustration, as a tribute to a beloved relative who left us two weeks ago.

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Rescato una ilustración de hace algún tiempo, para homenajear a una persona muy querida que nos dejó hace dos semanas. 

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. 

Wish you were here