Fitting In

Walking into homes
One after another
Here a foster sister
There a foster brother

Never fitting in
Security gone
Shuffled to the next one
Never takes very long

Taken back to court
They do as they see right
When will their eyes open
When will they see the light

I’m damaged goods
They’ve said so themselves
My life in their files
Each home it swells

Prayers finally answered
I now have a home
The courts decided
To put me on my own

A strange sensation
A new life to begin
In this home
Where I’ll always fit in

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