Miracle-Raine

Miracle - Raine While mom played on our old piano, I played at her feet, And I pressed my ear to the floor to hear, The sound against my cheek. And the songs rained down like miracles - Little miracles, And the songs rained down like miracles - Little miracles. Though dad played down the end of our world, The truth cut like a knife, So, I went to my room to write that tune, And stayed there all my life. And the songs rained down like miracles - Little miracles, And the songs rained down like miracles - Little miracles. Now I still try to turn these waters, Somehow into wine, And I press my heels to the ground to feel, A chill run up my spine. And the songs rained down like miracles - Little miracles, And the songs rained down like miracles - Little miracles.