Foster Care
Foster care
It’s too much to bare
Constantly moving homes
Coldness in our bones
Moving, Moving, here and there
All I ever wanted to do was swear
My brother kept running away
When all I wanted to do was stay
Once a fortnight
Not living with my parents day or night
We had days out
Out and about
Moving, Moving, here and there
All I ever wanted to do was swear
My brother kept running away
When all I wanted to do was stay
The one good thing
Was that I could still sing
In two choirs
I could continue with my desire
Moving, Moving, here and there
All I ever wanted to do was swear
My brother kept running away
When all I wanted to do was stay
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