Como eu gostaria...
   
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 to 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.
  Have we found?
  The same old fears.
  Wish you were here.
Pink Floyd - Wish You Were Here