Carving Moons

I missed my mom
I liked the rain
I got too alone
and I went insane

I wrote a tune
I penned a song
I think when they’re here
then think when they’re gone

That’ll stay the same
While it all loves to change
One of these times, they’ll stick around
Some day
The lows can’t touch where they used to

Funny, growing up, we reach for the bottom

I carve a moon
I torch a sun
I give when I’m lost
then give ‘til I’ve won

I miss my mom
and I like the rain
So I splash around
and sing while I play

She said I’d fly around some day
One day, standing in a pool