When I was young, I saw the world
Through glasses lined with
Shaded blush and tinted rose,
Where everything was good as
But later when it faded light,
Darkness covered up my sight.
The world was wrong and cold
A slap in the face with a lackluster
And wearily I tread my path with
Misery upon my back.
Longed for vision, something
Tinted right, with rosy cheeks.
When came upon my only need,
My heart yet sighed for cause to
No fulfillment takes me there,
So broken down, beyond repair.
And now, I wish, that I was just
To take off the glasses and with
my own eyes, see.