I Call It Love
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We forgive your indiscretions,
Me and the Lord above;
Some say that's just foolishness,
But I call it Love
I see a child of feeble strength,
Though others see a man;
Stumbling and falling along the way,
Always reaching for my hand
You spread your wings and try to fly,
But the current brings you back;
I'm always there to pick you up,
Providing the strength you lack
The laws of love are strange, indeed,
What am I thinking of?
Suffering heartache and despair,
Some say it's courage - I call it Love
And some say it's just foolishness,
And I'll leave when I've had enough;
But I know I'll always be here for you,
And I'll always call it Love!
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