Slight change here; I got a review that said you can't post lyrics with songs. So lyrics came off:(. But it's simple to find them or even listen to the song, Temporary home by Carrie Underwood. Here's link, remove all spaces:

Go on youtube, look up 'Temporary Home,' the thumbnail is a woman looking away. Sweet thing I say.

Thanks for reading!

Reddish eyes looked up as a woman came up to him. "Ian, ready to go home?"

The boy nods with a smile. But it's not home. It's another new mom and dad, a new school, and another house that won't be home.

The woman knelt down before him. "Did you like this place Ian? Tell the truth."

But Ian just smiles and speaks. "It's a temporary home. It's not where I belong. It's just windows and rooms I'm passing through. Merely a stop on my way to get where I'm destined to be. I'm not afraid though."

The woman smiles a fake smile. "Why not?"

"Because I know this is my temporary home."

Hilary let her eyes wander as she walked the streets. But she wasn't window shopping.

It was about five years since she'd had a child and her love had left her. She was on her own with her five year old daughter, Hailey, now in Russia alone.

Her eyes caught a 'Help Wanted' sign in a restaurant window. She needed a way out; that might be it. She needed a real place. Halfway houses would never be homes.

Later that night, sitting in an empty room in one of the halfway houses, she looked down to her young daughter, sleeping peacefully. "Someday," She breathed. "Someday we'll find our place here in this world, Hailey. This is just a temporary home. It's not where we belong. It's just small windows and rooms we're passing through. A stop to help us get where we're destined to go. But I'm not afraid because I know this is our temporary home, and we'll get somewhere."

Tyson let out a rattling sigh as his dad's arm lay across his shoulders. "It's okay Tyson."

The teen nodded before standing in and walking in.

There lay his grandfather; the normally perky man was bedridden, looking worn out. People from his family, who he loved, filled the room. He smiles and squeezes Tyson's hand, gripping his own.

"Don't cry for me, little dude. I'll see you again someday." Then his eyes went forward, looking up. "I can see him now. I can see his face. This was my temporary home. It's not where we belong. It was windows and room I was flitting through. A quick rest stop on the way to where I'm goin'. But I'm not afraid, and none of you dudes and dudettes should be afraid either. Because this was my temporary home."

Tyson smiled despite the tears leaking from his eyes. "Have fun, Grandpa. Don't hurt anyone up there."

There were murmured messages like this before the fun old man's eyes drifted shut and they all left.

Sweet song, I say. It's one of those things you know is an issue... But everyone turns a blind eye. Just ideas I got, Ian was first because... Well... He came in later than the other Blitzkrieg Boys to the Abbey. I'd really appreciate it if you reviewed, and I'll say thanks in advance

Even if I don't reply, know I will always cherish any review I receive from you all, and I'll always smile unless it's a flame. But I will hate you if you flame, since right now, what with my family moving away from everything I know, it's the last thing I need.

I might have a bad bark, but I have a much worse bite.

Thanks again if you review or just read.