All of my world

In this world of news, I've found nothing new.
I've found nothing pure,
Maybe I'm just idealistic to assume that truth
Could be fact and form,
That love could be a verb,
Maybe I'm just a little misinformed.

Let your love be strong, and I don't care what goes down.
Let your love be strong enough to weather through the thunder cloud.
Fury and thunder clap like stealing the fire from your eyes/
All of my world hanging on,
your love.