When you starting asking why,
Things get a little shaky.
This question will just try,
Boggle your mind that was all ready.
But you keep on doing what you do,
Even though you can't understand.
To your beliefs you'll remain true,
Everyone can always reach for your hand.
This is the kind of love that I have.
A kind that completes everyones halves.
A kind of love that transcends.
A kind of live that you can't comprehend.
Mar 21, 2015
Mar 21, 2015 at 10:33 AM UTC
When you starting asking why,
Things get a little shaky.
This question will just try,
Boggle your mind that was all ready.
But you keep on doing what you do,
Even though you can't understand.
To your beliefs you'll remain true,
Everyone can always reach for your hand.
This is the kind of love that I have.
A kind that completes everyones halves.
A kind of love that transcends.
A kind of live that you can't comprehend.
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