Going from home to home
Forever hating this endless roam
Told to keep the faith and hope
Yet no one stayed to teach me to cope
Wanting to speak up, yet who will listen
And if done, will it even make a difference
All I truly desire is a mother's embrace
And to see a smile on a father's face
To finally know
That I can really call them my own
What a thing to dream!
And so farfetched it seems
For now, that's how I shall cope
It is how I will keep my faith and hope.
Written by: Dreamer*, 19-year-old foster youth
*We have changed the name of this youth to protect his identity. Dreamer has given us permission to publish his writings.
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