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Little boy, six years old |
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A little too used to being alone |
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Another new mom and dad |
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Another school, another house that will never be home |
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When people ask him how he likes this place |
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He looks up and says with a smile upon his face |
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This is my temporary home, it's not where I belong |
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Windows and rooms that I'm passing through |
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This is just a stop on the way to where I'm going |
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I'm not afraid because I know |
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This is my temporary home |
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Young mom, on her own |
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She needs a little help, got nowhere to go |
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She's looking for a job, looking for a way out |
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'Cause a halfway house will never be a home |
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At night she whispers to her baby girl |
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"Someday we'll find our place here in this world" |
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This is our temporary home, it's not where we belong |
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Windows and rooms that we're passing through |
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This is just a stop on the way to where we're going |
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I'm not afraid because I know |
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This is our temporary home |
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Old man, hospital bed |
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The room is filled with people he loves |
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And he whispers |
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"Don't cry for me, I'll see you all someday" |
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He looks up and says |
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"I can see God's face" |
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This is my temporary home, it's not where I belong |
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Windows and rooms that I'm passing through |
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This was just a stop on the way to where I'm going |
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I'm not afraid because I know |
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This was my temporary home |
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This is our temporary home |
