Just a year ago we had a home
now here i sit with 2 kids
with just the clothes on are back
in one room bathroom down the hall.
As i try to lay my head down to sleep
hoping the kids dont hear me cry
I can hear those words
'But your safe thats what counts'
'tomorrow is a new day'
but how do you explain to your kids
we can never go home.
Well tomorrows have come and gone
and still today without a home
We live each day on a prayer.
Sometimes as my kids lay asleep
I wonder if i stayed would it been better
We had a home food and i had a job.
But i realize this thought is just a moment
at one of my lowest and lonelist times
This will past and there will be more tomorrows.
Just maybe one of those tomorrows
will be our today.