Perhaps Love is like a resting place,
a shelter from the storm;
It exists to give you comfort,
it is there to keep you warm;
And in those times of troubles when you are most alone,
The memory of love will bring you home.
Perhaps Love is like a window,
perhaps an open door,
It invites you to come closer,
it wants to show you more;
And even if you lose yourself and don't know what to do,
The memory of love will see you through.
Oh,
Love to some is like a cloud,
to some as strong as steel;
For some a way of living,
for some a way to feel;
And some say love is holding on and some say letting go;
And some say love is everything,
some say they don't know.
Now the love of god is shinning,
full of glory,
full of grace.
Like a fire when it's cold outside,
shelter when it rains;
If i should live forever and all my dreams come true,
My memory of love will be of you. |
