When the lost start to look again   When the dreamers start to dream again   When the broken start to heal again   And when I find something worth believing in   Maybe I will start to feel again   And when the rain takes the suffering and pain   Away from here   Maybe I won’t have to lie anymore   About a home which I’ve never seen before   When the fallen are on their feet again   Maybe, maybe, maybe I’ll know it’s there   And I don’t care if I have to look for a while   Because I heard it, I heard it like the thunder hears the sun      Do miracles exist?   Have you ever seem a miracle with your own eyes?   Well I believe I have   I see it as often as the colorblind see rainbows in their skies      And I’ve tried to tear down this world   But it won’t budge   I’ve tried to walk through walls and fly like birds do   I’ve tried to avoid being weak   I’ve actually smiled as I look at my window   To a scene that looked so bleak      And if you hold my hand   I think, maybe, I can walk on water   If you give me someplace to stand   I think, maybe, I can find my place in this world      And when the weatherman tells me   “Today looks like an all too lonely day”   I will grab my tear soaked raincoat   And find an empty place inside my empty soul to stay      And the skeptics find themselves with their hands in the air   Taking off their glasses and on their knees to accept defeat   Then maybe I can reason that I do have this thing beat   But until I will pace across my beautifully patterned carpet   As the mud from my shoes becomes a permanent stain       When the hungry start to feed again   And when the lonely start to befriend again   When the angry start to love again   Maybe then I’ll find my place in this world