Without Answers

She laughs when the summer sun breaks through,
As the clouds tumble away from the endless sky,
And holds her mama’s hand as they run barefoot along the spacious fields,
The green grass playing at their ankles, the air warm and sweet,
She wears a crown of daisies and her sun-kissed cheeks beam,
And she asks ...
Mama, why is the sky so blue?
Baby, I don’t know, but God made a wonderful thing.

She spreads her wings and learns how to fly,
Into the world, so cold, yet new and alive to her,
She discovers beauty in what she couldn’t see,
And finds fear in what she was never afraid of before,
But the world is more than enough for her spirit, begging for freedom,
And she asks ...
Mama, will you miss me when I’m gone?
Baby, you know I will, but God’s doing a wonderful thing.

She takes a leap of faith and dreams the unimaginable,
Follows the heart so wild and lonesome, burning within her,
And she falls in love, living for the feeling of losing herself,
Wondering if she’s feeling how she’s supposed to,
Never knowing love was enough to tame her, love stronger than fire,
And she asks ...
Mama, could he really be the one this time?
Baby, I don’t know, but God’s given you a wonderful thing.

She settles down a stranger to her home,
But with eagerness, seeks to build a brand new life,
New dreams and new inspiration, love having brought here there,
And she prays and cries for answers that left her mind,
Back when she never needed to think on them before,
And she asks ...
Mama, am I trying to do the impossible?
Baby, I know you’re not, but God’s showing you a wonderful thing.

She holds in her arms a child of her own,
Cradling her with tenderness so careful, so gentle,
And whispering promises once in her ear so long ago,
Singing sweetly the lullabies she knew by heart,
Softly holding the tiny fingers of her little baby, her own flesh,
And she asks ...
Mama, do I deserve this precious gift?
Baby, you don’t, but God made you a wonderful thing.

I wear a summer dress of white,
And dance undignified alongside my little girl in the backyard,
As she sings of the days to come, and what was of old,
She is so alive, so full of spirit I once knew in myself,
She smiles up at me, and holds my hand in her own,
And she asks ...
Mama, why is the sky so blue?
Baby, I don’t know, but God made a wonderful thing.