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