"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.