A girl born with a tremor in her heart
The doctors say she'll stop growing
at six months old.
The mother feeds her and feeds her
she is seven years old
and still growing every day
stronger and stronger.
Look me in the eye
and say you don't believe in miracles.
A young boy is all alone
His parents died in a car crash
when he was only eight.
Yet he is not sad
He said goodbye
Once by their hospital beds
Where they squeezed his hands
Even though they were asleep
and once at their graves
where he felt their ever watchful gaze.
Look me in the eye
and say you don't believe in miracles.
She is thirteen when the first cut was made
Not on her skin but on her heart
where no one but her could see.
But they multiplied and multiplied
Until they were visible to the naked eye
And everyone saw what she had done
so she talked and explained
she is on the mend.
Look me in the eye
and say you don't believe in miracles.
He fell and fell
Into the darkest pits of Hell
but he did not lie.
He stood and he climbed
Climbed out of the pit
Swearing he would win the battle
And in the end the war
he made it out of the darkness
he won.
Look me in the eye
and say you don't believe in miracles.
A girl kidnapped at four
Escaped her prison at twenty-four
before she made it to the nearest phone
she ran into her father.
Look me in the eye
and say you don't believe in miracles.
They are old and weary
Ready to move to the next phase in life
they feel they have truly lived.
There are scars  on their body
Some self inflicted
Others inflicted by life
Their eyes are bright
But haunted  by what they have seen
From heaven to hell
And back to heaven again
They are still haunted by hell
This person is dying
But they are not scared
they are surrounded by those they love
and pass in happiness.
Look me in the eye
and tell me that you don't believe
in miracles.