Finding Love

Love is still the answer,

so with both hands we take.

It’s not just an illusion,

it’s the Rock that cannot break.

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Though we dream it nightly,

it’s the thing we cannot make,

Sometimes we see it slipping,

let’s hold on for heaven’s sake.

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Oh the things that happen

when we dream and think at night.

Then by day we banish them,

to fight another fight.

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There’s a loving kind of loving love,

but she might never see.

A burning kind of burning love,

that burns inside of me.

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Two foolish hearts may beat as one,

upon the raging foamy brine.

Too foolish hearts unite one day,

Oh let it be this heart of mine.

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So let this heart be loving God,

no matter what the scene.

Don’t let them tear asunder,

what you made so pure and clean.