Doctors have come from distant cities just to see me
Stand over my bed, disbelieving what they're seeing
They say I must be one of the wonders, God's own creation
And as far as they see, they can offer no explanation
Newspapers ask intimate questions, want confessions
They reach into my head to steal the glory of my story
They say I must be one of the wonders, God's own creation
And as far as they see, they can offer no explanation