Through my Rose Color Glasses
I go through this earth walkin on air looking Inside Out
through my Rose Color Glasses.
Every thing looks beautiful!
People laugh at me, they don't understand... They don't know how to see
Inside Out
through my Rose Color Glasses
I feel warm and safe from the glow
when the sun shines
It dazzles me!
Through my Rose Color Glasses.
Out of the cold and through the snow
Flowers bloom! Winter is spring!
And I watch tings grow!
Through my Rose Color Glasses
Its beauty and scent send me!
My soul travels and gets renewed
Oh! How I love to see
Inside Out
Through my Rose Color Glasses.
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