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 can rarely 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.
