Book of Job - Nneka

Look up in d sky and tell me what is left for us to see,

so many mornings that we wake up,

no money in the pocket to be,

never stop to take the short cut

though it might be easier for me,

whenever a thought that is as such

confronts and recognizes me,

I go down on my knees

and pray in the morning,

no matter what comes on my knees

I will stay, i keep beseeching,

so let the storms come cos i know

that love will conquer everything,

and I know that u got me, and I got u

Cos when we lie, we love

when we cry we love

when we suffer we love

when we die, we stay in love