Kaleidoscope
Colored glass, surrounds me, reminds me
of my past, and all my shattered dreams
My memory holds, securely, to confuse me
My history, is it who I’m meant to be
I don’t know what I’m looking at
I don’t know what I’m looking at
Kaleidoscope
I rest my eyes, in the meadows of the shadows
Mistakes I’ve made seem to fall away
Shards of glass, they’re landing all around me
My colored past, it isn’t who I choose to be
I don’t know what I’m looking at
No, I don’t know what I’m looking at…
Kaleidoscope
Kaleidoscope
My eyes, my eyes they, glance around
My life, my life it, spirals down
I try, I try I, wonder how
To make, to make it, better now
This colored glass, it’s a beautiful mess
I know what I see, at last
© 2010 Annie Fitzgerald (BMI) & Matt Patrick (BMI)
