Greg X. Volz What Will Remain
Hey.
We work for our children, to raise them right,
provide for their days and protect their nights
and pass them on,
We try to instruct them about the right ways
and currents of life that can snatch them away,
out of our hands.
What will remain?
Only the love,
What will remain?
Only the love.
We pour out our lives for a legacy,
With so little knowledge, we rarely can see
The real world,
Devoting our souls to a lofty ideal
in searching for one truth, in all that we feel,
that won’t turn cold.
What will remain?
Only the love,
What will remain?
Only the love.
It’s treasures of the heart, the rose that never fades,
The womb where love is born,
The fire never dies,
The bright, unchanging star
that guides us to the morning.
Hey.
The issues of love come and cannot cease,
They’re much more than memories;
they’re life and they’re peace to all who wait,
Anticipate the end of hate and dying.
What will remain?
Only the love,
What will remain?
Only the love.
Only the love,
Only love,
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