Almost Rosey

Just a minute of your time
Yes, I've been known to delude myself
So let me put those rose colored glasses to the test
Now is this real enough for you
Cause blondes here don't jump out of cakes
If that never impressed you much
Come board this lunatic express
Just why do they say
Have a nice day anyway
We both know they wouldn't mind
If I just curled up and died
Let's not give that one a try
Chin up put on a pair of these roseys
Raise those blinds
Chin up a happy mask was never
Your best disguise
Chin up put on a pair of these roseys
In no time you will feel almost fine
Almost Rosey
Now some girls her will huddle with
No not footballers that are rich
But will confide in small white sticks
He bats as the Virginian Slim
Then I tried once to comply
With an authority that would
Subsidize my wild side
But at the altar was sacrificed
Yes you can laugh at Femm Fatale
In a brides dress now married to
The effortlessness of the cracks
That lie now in between the facts
Now about when Violet died
The cause still unidentified
She thought her love would be enough
But you can't seduce seduction
Her tentacles of endless want
Reach through my corridors
And tempt me to taste of her power
I sober with the witching hour
And when I hear of one more bomb
Yes we have all been robbed of song
And nightingales whot throw their arms up
When is enough enough?

"Almost Rosey" - Tori Amos American Doll Posse

Someone very close to me tried to commit suicide recently. She had called me a week before to tell me how depressed she was and how she no longer wanted to live. I didn't take her seriously and was annoyed that she wanted to take up my time by talking on the phone - I had more important things to do. My answer to her depression "Suck it up. Stop being such a wimp and allowing this to defeat you. It will get better"

I had just listened to this song right before the call about the attempted suicide. As I began to think about the lyrics I began to realize how often I tell people to just put on the proverbial "rose colored glasses" and just get through it. There are some things though that cannot be handled with just the simple phrase "It'll all get better."

This song can be interpreted many ways - that is the beauty of music and poetry - it means something different to each person who reads it. I see this song as representation of someone who is in a physical abuse situation and the people around this person put on their rose colored glasses and never look at the underlying issue, until finally the person is dead.

I had done this very thing with the person close to me. I had put on my rose colored glasses and said "Everything is going to be fine, and it will all work out." Death would not have been working it all out.

How many times do I do this with people who aren't even close to me, saying things like "Just pray and it will all be better" or, "God will provide" or even just "Have a nice day." I walk around blind to the fact that there are actually people out there who are hurting and suffering. I keep the good news of Jesus to myself, how selfish is that?