Miracle

She picked a wilted rose
As petals folded like the wings of a bat
Like the wings of a bat

Thorns pricked and she let go
The falling flower
Seemed to swallow her blood
As it wallowed in mud

It flushed crimson red
Like it was never dead

I'm through waiting for my miracle
I'm through waiting for my miracle

Her feet planted in the ground
She tastes roses in her mouth
She's the soil
How does your garden grow?

I'm through waiting for my miracle
I'm through waiting for my miracle

May you bloom and grow
May you bloom and grow
May you bloom and grow
May you bloom and grow



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