Отсутствует (исполнитель: Неизвестен)
little shade will grow into a tree Leaving us in wonder as it sleeps Who on Earth can fathom, who on Earth can know? You are but a thought in your maker's eyes And I may not always believe But you're nothing short of a miracle Feeble, tiny hands bound for greatness You will rise and fall like the rest of us Love will keep you up, and always be the [bad word] That will see you through to the very last And I may not always believe But you're nothing short of a miracle Clever minds will second guess But to me, you're a living miracle Something [bad word] over me Grace [bad word] to set me free In your hands, you hold a new forever We may not always believe Past which side we really see Pride and lust is our disease And the cure is you, little miracle