Temporary Home

Why is it so dark It's like thunder clouds with that cold bitter whip Listening to the leaves As they scatter among the ground Is there anyone here? My legs are bending My knees are kneeling The ground so very cold I place my hand here I barely read your stone This is where you lay, but it isn't called home I back away, far away As a tear drop rolls down I know I will not see you Not here, Not now Only I know one day We will be together again I will cry for you and try my best to move on Until you tell him it's MY time to come home