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 its haters, will have its fans
 Will have its freedom and its demands
 But this love, hold it, hold it
 Never get rid of
 Hold it, hold it
 Oh, never get rid of
 Hold it
 We'll have glory, we'll have shame
 We'll be praised, it will blamed
 We'll have passion, we'll have its purpose
 We'll have its 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, hold it, hold it
 Never get rid of
 Hold it, hold it
 Oh, never get rid of
 Hold it