An Affront
They whisper and point
And speak of prayers unclean
They know of no sin
Of which we know
Exile
An affront to me before God
We will prosper alone
Writer/s: Christopher Brown
They whisper and point
And speak of prayers unclean
They know of no sin
Of which we know
Exile
An affront to me before God
We will prosper alone
Writer/s: Christopher Brown