Little boy, 6 years old A little too used to bein' 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 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' through This is just a stop, on the way where I'm going I'm not afraid because I know this is my Temporary Home.\"
Young mom on own She needs a little help got nowhere to go She's lookin' for a job, lookin' for a way out Because a half-way house will be a home At night she whispers to her baby girl Someday we'll find a place here this world
\"This is our temporary home It's not where we belong Windows and rooms that we're passin' through This is just a stop, on the way to where we're 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 whispers don't cry for me I'll see you all someday He looks up and says \"I see God's face\"
\"This is my temporary Home It's not where I belong Windows and rooms that I'm passin' through This was a stop,on the way To where I'm going I'm not afraid because I know this was My temporary home.\"