Braxton Brigade
Songster
My Church Of Memories - Sara Haze
Where father’s eyes and alibis litter broken streets
Maybe when you’re poor as dirt all you have are dreams
Maybe when you’re poor as dirt all you have are dreams
False hopes pour down like a hard november rain
But still the sun shines through when they sing
But still the sun shines through when they sing
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Salvation’s only casualty is me
In my church of memories