Rose Colored Skies
by Vinny
With another man, off to Sturgis she goes
Tells me that she loves me
I should know better I suppose
After all, the facts speak for themselves
Yet a sense of loss is what prevails
A deep mourning for the caress of her sweet eyes
Beneath the crimson breath of rose colored skies
And still I hold onto the hope that she might care
Unwilling to brave the depth of that silent despair