Through rosy pink glasses
Is how I see life
Despite all the trials
Despite all the strife

I see truly the best
In all who I meet
Including the strangers
I see on the street

I am moving through life
With laughs and a smile
Tucking away issues
In my growing pile

These rose colored glasses
Are honestly new
I used to have glasses
A very deep blue

My outlook towards life
Has changed quite a bit
As once I was bitter
Stuck deep in a pit

Depressed and abandoned
The bad side of life
Was all I could look at
The sad running rife

Pink glass is unhealthy
It impairs your eyes
And you can't see the world
You can't see its lies

That is what they tell me
With their clear-glass frames
I do not believe them
Their outrageous claims

I am doing just fine
With my pink world view
I will hold on to what
I know is quite true

'Cause my glasses are rose
And that is just fine
Though I cannot see clear
The view is divine