I looked at the world through rose coloured glasses. A world so small, Yielding beauty that some have bypassed. We took it for granted, Growing pride in our hearts, Blinded by the greed and hatred we've planted. I am looking at the world through tearstained lenses. A world we claim to love, Yet watching it die behind our fake pretences. What once felt like home now feels like a prison. Cast blame on whom you see fit, But a lost home will only forget what's within.