I have decided to put on my rose-colored glasses
As I feel tired, I feel powerless and I have given up hope.
For when I look around me, I'm surrounded by darkness cast by lies and blame.

When I wear my rose-colored glasses I see the world rich with colors.
No more gray or blue areas
The sky will become purple
The grass will become spring green
And I'll see the world smoothed over.

When I speak, my words will be a lullaby
Every word fitting together like a puzzle piece
The sharp imperfections of my speech will be absent.

People will listen to me, for I've given them rose-colored glasses as well
And maybe they'll thank me because I've provided a path of escape from the loud calls of suffering that have surfaced and clung to the fogged atmosphere.

Together with our rose-colored glasses we’ll see only beauty in the world
Squeezing out every drop of honey from the beehive
Until we’re left with a jar of sweetness
Not minding the discarded honeycomb that was once our home.

But every so often our rose-colored glasses will slip, revealing that the high-gloss fairy tale we had come to believe in was never our reality.
Plagued by neglect, the earth had begun to concave onto itself and amongst the rubbish were pieces of our history.

Thus, when we decided to put on our rose-colored glasses, we left behind our past life.
Our rose-colored glasses do not unveil the truth.