Ode to Tracy Midal isn't like us, She walks a different path; But there's sunshine in her eyes And music in her laugh. Midal doesn't speak much, Her thoughts a mystery; But there's sunshine in her eyes And a spirit that is free. Midal is her nickname, It always makes her smile; And there's sunshine in her eyes That makes us go the extra mile. Happy are those who know her. Blessed are we who have her love. There's sunshine in her eyes, A gift, from God above.