Stop The Rain

They told me I was gifted
But to unwrap my mind was wicked
I was raised by guilt, raised by shame, raised by the rod
(Bloody calves sacrificed in the name of their God)
They claimed it was love, felt like heartbreak to me
Later they'd say "Baby, all your scars are to teach and remind you, you can soar higher"
What good's a bird's eye view when you're in a hunter's crossfire?