Would you hug my Mom for me and place a kiss upon her cheek?
Would you draw for her a rainbow,
and tell her it's from me?
Tell her I'm still waiting
Cuz I think she forgot.
She left me to get better,
She does that alot.

It's just that you have her more than me
And I dont know why,
You put yourself in front of me,
When I"m just a little guy.

" Hey, could you draw for me one more picture?"
A storm cloud dark and gray,
Tell her this one's my anger,
and it's pushing my blue skies away.
My Nana says not to worry.
" Storm clouds produce rain,"
and after each storm
God makes a rainbow,
So I could move past my pain.