They say I look at the world through rose-colored glasses,
They say I look through kaleidoscope lenses.
The people look at each other through tinted gaze,
The people all seeing different things.
Our vision obscured by our experiences,
Our vision tinged by our past.
A child looks out filterless and free,
A child looks out and sees.
We are our own filters,
We are our own choices.
What do you see,
What do you see?