TEMPORARY HOME
Little boy, 6 years old
A little too used to bein’ alone
Another new mom and dad,
Another school
Another house thet l’ll never be home
when people ask him how he likes
this place
he looks up and says with a smile upon his face
this is my temporary home
it’s not where i belong
windows and rooms
that i’m passin’ though
this is just a stop
on the way to where i’m going
i’m not afraid because i know
this is my temporary home
young mom on her own
she needs a little help got nowhere to go
she’s looking for a job
looking for a way out
cause a half-wa house will never be ahome
at night she whispers to her baby girl
someday we’ll find a place here in this world
this is our temporary home
it’s not where we belong
windows and rooms
that we’re passing’ through
this is just a stop
on the way to where we’re going
i’m not afraid because i know
this is our temporary home
old man, hospitel bed
the room is filled with people he loves
and he whispers don’t cry for me
l’ll see you all someday
he looks up and says “i can see god’s face.”
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