Little boy, 6 years old A little too used to bein' alone Another new mom and dad,another school Another house that'll be home When people ask him 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' through This is just a stop, on the way to where I'm going not afraid because I know this is my Temporary Home.\"
Young mom on her own She needs a help got nowhere to go She's lookin' for a job, lookin' for a way out Because a half-way house will never be a home At night she whispers her baby girl Someday we'll find a place here in this world
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 going I'm not afraid because I know This is our Home.
Old man, hospital bed The room 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 face\"
\"This is my temporary Home It's not where I belong Windows and rooms that I'm passin' through This was just a stop,on the way To where I'm going not afraid because I know this was My temporary home.\"