The Day I Held A Miracle In My Arms

It's hard to find the silver lining when the storm rages on

War splits nations and family, no one knows what needs to be done

The wickedness of humanity seems to dominate our lives

We kill each other over religion, land, $20 and a pair of shoes

How can love survive?

I used to believe that there was no silver lining to the storm

But all that changed the day I held a miracle in my arms

I could touch that miracle,

And look into his eyes

I held that miracle to my chest

Just to sooth his cries

The hopelessness I felt was doomed

The day I held a miracle in my arms

My life was plagued with my own pathetic wickedness

My path was littered with alcohol, drugs, and one night stands;

At the end of the road was loneliness

I didn't have a care in the world, I had nothing to hide

Freedom from my conscience allowed me to sin and do crime with pride

But I changed and reach for the stars

I ended up holding a miracle in my arms

I could kiss that miracle

He was mine to keep

I swayed the miracle back and forth

And gently sung him to sleep

I was convinced there was hope; I was charmed

By the beautiful little miracle I held in my arms

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