the miracle that is you

sometimes I like to imagine we walked past each other when I was nine, visiting California with my family
like in "Fairytale" of Bluey
and you just don't remember it

sometimes a miracle has to be nurtured
plenty of sunlight and tender mercy
you are the miracle one
the first miracle in a long sequence of little small favors from destiny

I woke up with my back sore
the odds, the odds, the odds stack up
and i come so close to discovering my limits
but i remember, what did i come down all this way for?
you, you

there will always be a part of my heart that you can find home in

"Kairi! I'll come home to you, I promise!"
"I know you will!"

"Hold me, whatever lies beyond this morning is a little later on.
Regardless of warnings, the future doesn't scare me at all.
Nothing's like before."