I used to look At the world With rose-tinted glasses. To me, Everything was beautiful And innocent, pure How could anything Be evil?
But the same world I admired With eyes open wide In awe Was very cruel. It splattered blood And sprayed black paint Onto my twisted lenses And the beautiful Sunset shade of pink Was covered with Such horror.
I never saw anything The same way again.
But I still haven't lost hope. I continue Trying my best To look out these tainted glasses Hoping that maybe I'll find someone Who's willing To clean the lenses.