I guess miracles aren't so special
The sun still rises every day
The blue planet keeps on spinning
But the sadness never goes away

The cosmos is never satisfied
So the grind keeps on tolling
These stars are never enough
So the ball keeps on rolling

My star, my soul, is burning
Is that the fire that consumes me?
This world, this heart, keeps yearning
Or the sunlight that embraces me?

How much more work must be done
To eek out something meager
How much more must we consume
Till we awaken something deeper

Our history is built on violence
And we stand upon broken memories
But there's a culpability in silence
So shout back through the centuries:

Miracles aren't so special
Yet still we rise every day