To a mother's eye
You are a miracle.
In a cold morning's sun.
The sharp fine line's
Of a spring beauty's bloom.
To a mother's eye
To a mother's eye
You are a miracle.
In the face of wars
All cruelty and suffering known
No matter your mistakes
No matter how you've roamed
To a mother's eye
To a mother's eye
You remain a miracle.
Each fold of ear
Each lash of eye
Each tear cried
Each laugh that ripped the sky.
To a mother's eye
To a mother's eye
You are a miracle.
