Where is love
When you think it is there
Could you look at it in the face
Would you be able to bear
Could you bear the faces
Could you stand alone
Could you let it pass you
While you stand like a stone
Not letting someone know
The truth on you feeling
You might not know this
But you may be stealing
Love is something to be treated
With lots of love and care
Make sure you get use to it
Get Use to the stare
The stare of many
That fear none
Just leaving your love
Isnt that much fun
