The triumph of love is in the victory The triumph of fear is in defeat The triumph of will is over mystery The triumph of heart is in the beat And I feel bad, I feel bad I feel conquered I feel sad When I think of All the ones Who may not know Just what I have When I feel love The soldier who marches for the victory Will measure his triumph in defeat The triumph of war is over history The soldier keeps marching to the beat And I feel bad, I feel bad I feel conquered I feel sad When I think of All the ones Who may not know Just what I have When I feel love ♪ Trust immeasurable Trust inside the room Love inside the core Love all in this world Trust immeasurable Trust inside the room That we're fighting for Love inside the core What we're fighting for Love is at the door