There are those among us br Who have been, for years, br Living in Houses...not well br Protected Houses...but Houses br Made of Rose Colored Glass... br br And we thought, for the longest br Time, that our houses were perfect... br Until, that is, that first crack appeared? , br And the house of Rose Colored Glass br Came crashing down at our feet, br br And there we were, br Exposed, br Vulnerable, br Unprotected, br Alone and br So Scared. br br Well, we developed our own houses br Out of self-defense, simply to cover br Our fears...and We learned to laugh br Again, and stand on our own two feet. br br But there are times...Oh, yes, there are br Times, when I long for the dream I had... br And that House of Rose Colored Glass, br For the world was lovely then, and I br Didn't feel so alone...