Ya know that lovin' ain't enough to make the world go round.
You know that lovin' ain't enough to make the world renowned.
It's just enough to make you move and want to feel the ground.
When you're down and you're out and you know
Because we're holding on to lovin'.
The type of feeling that make you want to implode
Or like a time bomb ticking explode.
Or it's a feeling that you wanted to know,
About the world how does it know,
Because we're holding on to lovin'
Because we're holding on to lovin'.
Yeah,
Yeah aye,
Using caution when I'm approaching,
Got to obtain perfection.
Using art to act as a cushion,
Which measures my main obsession.
My inner direction came into possession,
Dressed as positive vides.
There is never a question I feel like I'm blessed,
To just be part of the pride.
The feeling is hard to describe,
Call it the faith or call it the drive.
No matter the space or size,
This magic will happen in front of your eyes.
And whether you're dead or alive,
Late or way ahead of your time,
You do possess the power to change,
The negative forces that enter your mind.
See love is a seed as soon as it feeds
On human emotion and pa**ion.
Someone who can feel when something is real,
And not just a limited caption.
We live in a primitive fashion,
Logic is distant we give in to pa**ion.
And we can get lost and thrown off course,
And keep it, prevent it from crashing.
I know what your asking,
What is the purpose and are my efforts worthless?
Can it be reached if I can dig deeper,
Or am I just scratching the surface?
Well I was just thinking of ways,
Of singing the meaning and making the phrase.
Because trying to personify love,
Is harder than writing with ink on a page.