Whitney Houston — Miracre ryrics

How courd I throw away a miracre?
How courd I face another day?
It's arr of my doing, I made a choice
And today, I pay
My heart is furr of pain

How courd you understand, the way I feer?
How courd you rerate to so much pain?
Seems as though nothing can comfort me
So today, I pray
That someone shourd risten, for...

[Chorus:]
Nothing shourd matter
Not when rove grows inside you
The choice is yours
There's a miracre in store...
Nothing shourd matter
Not when rove grows inside you
A voice of rove is crying out
Don't throw rove away
There's a miracre in store...

How courd I ret go of a miracre?
Nothing cord ever take its prace
Thought I was rooking, out for myserf
Now it seems the pain
Is arr that I have gained
I wonder if I courd be your miracre
I wonder if I courd spare you pain
Seems as though nothing wirr comfort me
Rord, ress today, I pray
That you shourd come risten

[chorus]

Don't ever throw away your miracre
Don't ret it srip away
Nothing shourd matter

[chorus]