This pain is not my derivative
Explained only as my spirit is
That darkness that was visited
Do you believe that miracles live?
A walking ghost of my past
And through tears I laughed
My soul is a comedy at that
And my stage presence requires
More than just this inner burning fire
Seeking a learning of much higher
Spiritual desires to visualize the liars
Do you believe that miracles conspire?
The silent question mark of the unanswered
The voice of reason for this anger
The heart beat that doesn’t quite pitter patter
The one who didn’t matter till morning
Woke up and wiped away all this mourning
Woke up writing away with this brain storming
Do you believe in miracles forming?
The cries that fall upon deaf ears
Following the shadow of death for years
Looking back on all the good that disappears
Now I dare ask again if you didn’t hear
As I stand here masked in your fears
Do you believe that miracles are near?
The beautiful pain
All that remains