Little boy, six years old A little too used to being alone Another new mom and dad, another school Another house that'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 passing through 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
A young mom on her own She needs a little help, got no where to go She's looking for a job, looking for a way out 'Cause a half-way house will never be a home
At night she whispers to her baby girl Someday we'll find our 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, hospital bed The room is filled with people he loves And he whispers, "don't cry for me, I'll see you all someday"
He looks up and says, "I can see God's face"
This is my temporary home It's not where I belong Windows and rooms that I'm passing through This was just a stop on the way to where I'm going I'm not afraid because I know This was my temporary home
This is our temporary home
orangeheadtwins · Tue Dec 29, 2009 @ 06:37pm · 0 Comments |