April 30, 2010
By , Ashburnham, MA
If you’d ask me what a miracle is
It would be hard for me to say
Because I see so many miracles
Each and every day.

It’s a miracle that you’re breathing
And can hold your head up high.
You can do whatever you’d like to.
You can laugh, sing, or cry.

There is love all around you
And then sun will shine bright.
So many things are great you see
Like the glimmering stars at night.

What you think is a miracle
Is really up to you
To me everything’s a miracle
I wish you’d believe it to.

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