Joy in the Morning
Weeping endureth the night so who would have guessed the night Baby, why do you have a knife I didn ʼ t mean it, I love you, your my wife lets talk about this all things are possible with God in the mix Put it down and give me hug All I wanna do is Love this argument got way out of order It was my fault, sort of but that ʼ s does ʼ t matter I move slow as if I instantly gotten fatter Was it the attention, was it my tone, could it be the money I would give all up if you will still be my honey Let me hold you, no more mourning Cause joy is coming in the morning by Shane O'Garro