Sofia

Det händer för mycket här på en gång. Känns som Mrs. D all over again. Fast värre. Så nu lyssnar jag på världens finaste Temporary Home.

 

Little boy, six years old
A little bit too used to being alone
Another new mom and dad, another school, another house that'll never be home
When people ask how he likes this place
He looks up at and says with a smile upon his face

This is my temporary home, it's not where i belong
Windows and rooms that im 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 nowhere to go
She's looking for a child, looking for a way out
Cuz a halfway house will never be a home
At night she whispers to her baby girl
Someday we find our place here in this world

This is our temporary home, its 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; dont cry for me I'll see you all some day
He looks up and say; 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