Friend, when you enter here.
But, we’re a home where children live,
We hold them very dear.
And smudges on the wall.
When the kids are gone, we’ll clean them up,
Right now we’re playing ball.
These children are on loan.
One day they’re always underfoot,
Next thing you know, they’re gone.
When they’re off on their own.
Right now, this is where children live,
A loved and lived in home.