Home. Come back home. Where was home? In his arms? Where his arm lead the hand, that dared hurt me. I have no one now, everything seemed to fell apart, once that hand struck me apart from everyone, I called friends. Help me. Please, tell me where home is, where real home is. Not in his arms. Never again. *** If someone hurt you pshyically, and not only once maybe twice or more. GO SEEK HELP!
"Sigh" The place I once called home Is no longer home, So I started new, Change is good, But the memories will be forever. I use to see a windy road, But now, all I see is tar Life joined together on that windy road, Now I don't know what's on that windy road, Because it's the place I once called home. I would hear life The ripple of the river everyday And when the is sun high in the sky, I would hear the birds chirp By sundown I would start to hear the frogs croak Then when the sky's the darkest, I would hear the owls whoo I could hear so much at the place I once called home But now, all I hear is cars, Not much life happens on the roads of tar.