Paths

Paths cross each other every time

In light and dark

On earth and sky

In heart and soul

And mind alike

In life often we choose wrong,

The path, the man, the woman

And we begin to countdown

The moments till all is over

The path is covered with dust

With thorns, and stones and past

Howling winds and demon steps

And shadow clouding up the rest

Choices made along the way

Could blow the dust and rocks away

Can cut the thorns, erase the past

Turn demon steps in angel’s bless

The howling wind turned into breeze

Shadow melted all away

To clear the path’s cloudy sky

And sorrow turned in happy day.

When two paths become just one

And choice becomes the solid ground

For no more than two sets of steps

To walk together to THE END!!!