Nothing like trying to get some on a Sunday morning when there are two little nuggets who love to get up early across the hallway. Thank God they know better than to ever enter a room without knocking first but yesterday the older one came in and wanted to show us her score on some computer game, "Daddy, why are you so sweaty? I want to give you a hug."
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?