Rose Colored Glasses

I looked through the rose-colored glasses, yo

what I'd find, I really didn't know

Would I be rich? Would I find fame?

Would everyone know my name?

To my surprise I didn't see

dollar bills or lots of bling on me

No magazine cover featured my face

I wasn't known by the human race.

But I had the money to pay the bills

and the hungry didn't beg for all their meals

and no one worried about bein' beaten down

a look of contentment replaced a frown.

Peace supplanted the race with Mr. Jones

and guns were replaced with ice cream cones

"You are Loved" covered protest signs

and rainbows were found in all designs.

We were free to worship, free to love

war itself was undreamed of

It didn't occur to anyone to hate

to teach division and perpetuate.

And I found there was more to being rich

it was pickin' my brother out of the ditch

it was putting out a helping hand

refusing to put my head in the sand.

Not spending all day worrying about my own

but reaching out to those all alone

findin' with each act my own heart grows

its easier to smile and my spirit glows.

Rose colored glasses certainly made me rich

they changed my heart, and made my own mind switch.

Showed me fame and fortune is an empty goal

reaching out brings peace to the soul.