Confused I stood, where the roads diverse,
Not knowing where the end meets in glee.
Thought I back where I came across the same,
And full came my memory, of the hand I held then.
The hand of light in my life of dark,
Soft it touched my palm and made my mind rest in balm.
Never had he said I should lie low,
But said I have too much to go.
What I did to get a friend like you,
Without you I would have been hew and stew.
You stood by my side, when all else ran,
And said soft and low, that I can win.
Sudden I felt a hand by my hand,
Warm rush is what I felt in my mind.
Tender he said, “Take the road, the heart asks you take,
Neither I see the end in sight, but,
Behold I will be there if it ends in plight”
Happy I took the path, preferred least by sight,
Because I know I have a shoulder to fall if I slip by fate.
Thanks my friend you mean much to me,
Too much that I can never mean in words.