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