Send Me a Miracle
Too young to feel so old
Standing too tall to feel so low
Chin up too high to break down and cry
Too loved to not feel alive…
If this is true
Why does it feel this way?
God can give me a day of pure sunshine
But I’ll rather bring down rain
I tell myself that one day, that person will come
But for now, he’s stuck in my head, like a song that will never end
And when I dream, I don’t want to wake up
And when I’m lost and don’t know where to turn
And when I need to speak but don’t know who to speak to
And when I can’t let go and it burns
And when I lose control and don’t know what to do
I ask God to send me a miracle!
Send me a miracle!
Too strong to feel so weak
Too strong to feel so beneath… the ground
Sitting in this room with silence, I’ll bring the sound
Been holding my breath for too long, it’s time to breathe out
If this is true
Why does my life seem this way?
God can give me a day of pure sunshine
But I’ll rather bring down rain
Send me a miracle
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