Temporary Home
Little boy, six years oldA little too used to being aloneAnother new mom and dadAnother school, another house that will never be homeWhen people ask him how he likes this placeHe looks up and says with a smile upon his face
This is my temporary home, it's not where I belongWindows and rooms that I'm passing throughThis is just a stop on the way to where I'm goingI'm not afraid because I knowThis is my temporary home
Young mom, on her ownShe needs a little help, got nowhere to goShe's looking for a job, looking for a way out'Cause a halfway house will never be a homeAt 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 belongWindows and rooms that we're passing throughThis is just a stop on the way to where we're goingI'm not afraid because I knowThis is our temporary home
Old man, hospital bedThe room is filled with people he lovesAnd 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 belongWindows and rooms that I'm passing throughThis was just a stop on the way to where I'm goingI'm not afraid because I knowThis was my temporary home
This is our temporary home