Through Rose Colored Glasses

Ignorance is bliss
What with this world we live in
Through the eyes of a child
I see nothing but red
Turning storms into a chance to dance in the rain
And death into ghosts to play with in the night
Nothing but play time
With no care for mothers who nag
Rooms always messy
With not a patch of carpet in sight
But that doesn’t matter
The grass will suffice
And those swings are not just that
They are airplanes
That zoom around your head
As you dream of tomorrow
With thoughts of pools
And Indian warriors
Fresh in your mind
You make plans with the girl down the street
And sleep is hard to come by
The excitement and magic
Still alive in your heart
Through the eyes of a child
My vision is rosy
And nothing matters more
Than who gets the blonde Barbie