Missionary Kid Song

by Bethany Kennedy

Is it true?
You can’t answer the question “where are you from?”
You speak two languages but can’t spell either one
You have a passport but no driver’s license
And now you’re wondering how that last one was wrong

You’re an MK, this is your life
It’s not easy, but it’s all right
In fact it’s better and you
Wouldn’t trade it for anything

MKs are a race without color, without culture.
The only thing we have in common is that
we have nothing in common at all.

Is it true?
Your life story includes “then we went to” at least five times
Complete strangers say they knew you when you were “this tall”
National Geographic only makes you homesick
But you don’t really know where home is at all.

You’re an MK, this is your life 
It’s not easy, but it’s all right
In fact it’s better and you 
Wouldn’t trade it for anything

MKs are a race without color, without culture. 
The only thing we have in common is that 
we have nothing in common at all.

Is it true?
All you want for Christmas is a box of pop tarts
You know what REAL coffee tastes like and it’s not like Starbucks
Your parent’s siblings are like strangers to you but
You have fifty or sixty aunts and uncles who love you

Is it true?
You know the difference between 110 and 220 volts
You spent a fifth of your life in an airport
You go to a church you’ve never been in before
And you see your picture on the bulletin board.

You’re an MK, this is your life 
It’s not easy, but it’s all right
In fact it’s better and you 
Wouldn’t trade it for anything

MKs are a race without color, without culture. 
The only thing we have in common is that 
we have nothing in common at all.