The Rain's Still Falling

I put up my umbrella but the rain's still falling, and I continue to move forward but my life stays stalling Is it because of my past, that my present stays still How come the most innocent, are the ones blamed to be ill God you gave me this skill, with this pen I'm empowered And when my thoughts kick in, God in this page I'm devoured My struggle showered, because my outlet is my to live Give me my pen, hand me a Bible and leave me to forgive And as despicable it as it gets, I turned my hate into love Figured my way out around, now I'm floating above Holding a glove, deciphering whether or not I should wear it To cover up my sin, but I let Jesus forgive and tear it Give me merit, because through my music I give you truth Study my words and realize that through poetry I speak to you Isn't it true? Or is it that maybe you're speaking to me I recycle your thoughts, the things you're speaking mentally By any family means, what is the code for a full house? I wouldn't know when mom left I started trying to figure out It isn't about, whether or not they're gone or if they're home It's about YOU, whether or not you're feeling alone