What if you can't remember anything important about your life,
What if there's no one to encourage you to want to be the person who you really are,
The person I used to be when I had my kids,
When I was against drugs,
When I was beautiful and no one noticed,
Now, everyone notices all the beauty that does not contain a real woman's beauty
A woman's face!
Who wants to be known as beautiful for their body,
It's tearing me down to be someone that causes anxiety, pain, and depression,
Just to keep them happy that I love,
Yet, in God's storm,
I'm still not the only woman, the most he desires, loves, and respects with his eyes,
There's much I don't know,
I have chosen not to know anymore,
Over God's storm,
Where's my rainbow?