18 x 24"
Acrylic On Canvas
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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 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.