A Little Miracle Grow
Well Our Love Could Use a
Little Miracle Grow 'cuz it's
Clear it's dying...
How did our love come to?
This when it used to be
Sweeter as the rose garden
Around the gazebo...
Well is it too late now to
Save it I guess only Heaven
Knows but I don't think so
No, I don't think so maybe
All it needs is a little Miracle
Grow...
I know the shadow of a cold
Hard frost hangs over our
Heads, it’s hard to mend
Something as fragile as love
When cold vile words are
Said...
It’s crazy how these last
Few seasons we have
Fought not giving the
The beauty we might be
Destroying in our hearts
A second thought...
How did our love come to?
This when it used to be
As precious and sacred as
The Easter lilies and the
Red, red, deep red rose...
Well maybe we can still
Save what we had not too
Long ago, maybe just maybe
All our love needs is a little
Miracle Grow!
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