Not My Home

My continence is sad because of the things we go through; Seems no one understands, not a soul to talk to; As we wrestle to cope with life every day; We pause and wonder if we're here to stay; We are content when things are going fine; But when we get into trouble we want to resign; No matter how often we want to give up; We sometimes still feel in this life we're stuck; I understand the feeling seems the pain never ends; But it's just temporary and a new life begins; So try not to worry because you're never alone; The world where we live is surely not our home.