When I was little I wanted to be a meteorologist A cloud psychologist Prodding at the clouds emotions Hoping something would magically fall out of them and into my hands Until one day i was overcasted As I brainstormed Something so drastic That no one would believe me Until it they had saw what happened I'm a star mom And I know its raining right now But God promised a rainbow after He flooded the Earth To cleanse me of my sins... I'm born again Shit seems impossible Hell even far fetched But as I glance at reality I cant seem to get my head out of the clouds Laughing at my pain I think our scars are humorous Cracking jokes As we try to get high of the fumes of it I'm trying to stand up But I'm sitting down on the cumulus...