By Meezan The path I chose was dark, full of pain The unknown doors, the choice not sane A path full of rocks and bleeding thorns With angels scared, where fairies mourn A child giggled Suddenly the world turned on its head The thorns turned into flower beds The birds flew singing merry songs And life got good, where it belongs I turned wrong turns and then got lost And found myself with same dark past Black roses full of poison scent Vines closing in, evil intent I run no where, as fast as I can With aimless feet I start to pant Sun hidden behind some darkened cloud No light to show me my way out And a child giggled Sun came out strong and light came down The darkness shed with groaning sound The rose still black but filled with love The hopes once dead now rise above My path was clear under my feet And stars came out, scattered yet neat As sweet cute birds stay close, lingering I start walking, laughing, giggling (Last night I was going home in a bus and after some time an old blind man also entered the bus along with his two very young daughters. They were not older then 3/4 years. All of them sat right behind me and then most of the time I could only hear the laughs, giggles and meaning less talk between the two girls. When I got home, I was so inspired I right away wrote these lines. So this is for those little angels who were sleeping silently in their blind old father