The kettle hums a gentle song,
The morning drifts and moves along.
I find your name in little things,
The way the sparrow folds its wings.
A stranger smiles, the rain turns warm,
The sunlight bends, the air transforms.
I thought the world forgot your face,
But now I see you every place.
Small miracles,
They find me every day.
In the quiet, in the cracks,
You show your gentle way.
Small miracles,
They bloom and then they fade.
Like whispers left from who we were,
Before the light betrayed.
The radio plays a song we knew,
The chords are soft, the sky is blue.
I hum along, I close my eyes,
And feel your heart just pass me by.
Small miracles,
Not loud, but always true.
They teach me how to love again,
Without forgetting you.
Small miracles,
They’re nothing new to see.
But every breath that feels this kind,
Still brings you back to me.
