rose colored glasses

I look at the afterlife
through rose colored glasses
cause why not

the heaven we wish for
is the heaven we get
and there is no hell

and the love you felt
from your mom and dad
from your wife
when you held your babies
the time the guitar lick
cause the room to hush
then set it on fire

all that is just a whisper
of what you will feel
when you inhale here
and exhale
there