Change can come on tiptoe
Love is where it starts
It resides, often hides
Deep within our hearts
And just as
Pebbles make a mountain,
Raindrops make a sea,
One day at a time
Change begins with you and me,
Ordinary miracles
Happen all around,
Just by giving and receiving
Comes belonging and believing,
Every sun that rises
Never rose before,
Each new day leads the way
Through a different door,
And we can all be quiet heroes
Living quiet days,
Walking through the world
Changing it in quiet ways,
Ordinary miracles
Like candles in the dark,
Each and every one of us
Lights a spark,
And the walls can tumble
And the mountains can move,
The winds and the tide can turn,
Yes, ordinary miracles
One for every star,
No lightning bolt or clap or thunder
Only joy and quiet wonder,
Endless possibilities
Right before our eyes,
Oh, see the way a miracle multiplies,
Now hope can spring eternally
Plant it and it grows,
Love is all that's necessary
Lovin', its extraordinary
Why,
Makes ordinary miracles every blessed day.
Every blessed day
P.S I don't know whethere I officially wish for something new or nice to happen. In that way, I should be longing for so many things and they seem to be out of my reach. So, I stop asking too much but get settled with what I own now. Is it pathetic that when a person no longer believes in or dream for LOVE. I think so. Bidding Farewell to my another momentary and mundane age, I really need to get over this threshold again. What else can I wish for? A mellow life like this, my passion for everything not extingusihed, my study on continue.... Are those not specific enough to be true? OK,then, my little brother comes home SOON. An orange sky outside is keeping me company and kissing me goodnight. I love orange now. That should be my classical color--never yielding to darkness.