Lost

I never wanted the darkness.

A lost friend

stands in a crossroad.

I stand on one, 

heaven stands next.

A lost friend

chooses what's right

to see what path it holds.

Left broken and confused

I stand

waiting for the friend

lost in his path.

If darkness' to blame,

I shan't go

for it is my ground.

If the light is comfort,

he shall walk

on the road of cloud.

And figure things

without my darkness.

Author's Note

I take what I get. :)