This Love

This love has been tested

This love has been tried

This love has been questioned

Held to the fire

It has faced stones, the wind and rain

It has been thought to feel some pain

This love has no doubts from certainty

It has no patience in urgency

It has it's haters, will have it's fans

Will have it's freedom and it's demands

But this love, hold it, hold it

Never get rid of

Hold it, hold it

Oh, never get rid of

Hold it

This love

We'll have glory, we'll have shame

We'll be praised, it will blamed

We'll have passion, we'll have it's purpose

We'll have it's prize and it's all worth it

At times we'll triumph, at times we'll fail

It can be heaven, well, it can be hell

It will right, it can be wrong

For the rest of my life I'm gonna sing my song

This love, hold it, hold it

Never get rid of

Hold it, hold it

Oh, never get rid of

Hold it

This love

This love, hold it, hold it

Never get rid of

Hold it, hold it

Oh, never get rid of

Hold it

This love