Hogar Temporario.
jueves, 3 de febrero de 2011 | 8:42 | 0 comments
Little boy, six years old A little too used to being aloneAnothernew mom and dad,anotherschoolAnotherhouse that'll never be home When people ask him how he likes this place He looks up and says with a smile upon his face This is my temporary homeIt's not where I belongWindows and rooms that I'm 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