Not My Home
My continence is sad because of the things we go through;
Seems no one understands, not a soul to talk to;
As we wrestle to cope with life every day;
We pause and wonder if we're here to stay;
We are content when things are going fine;
But when we get into trouble we want to resign;
No matter how often we want to give up;
We sometimes still feel in this life we're stuck;
I understand the feeling seems the pain never ends;
But it's just temporary and a new life begins;
So try not to worry because you're never alone;
The world where we live is surely not our home.
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