The taste, bitter, lingers on my guilty tongue,
A lesson learned when I was yet too young.
The world lies shattered, countless pieces strewn,
Each shard holds stories, in the pale light of the moon.

As the moon ascends, the world's pain it shrouds,
In a gentle night's cloak, it softens the world's loudness.
Closing my eyes, I seek a peaceful nest,
But where did the love I knew find its rest?

My family, my refuge, now seems so far,
In each fragile step, I bear the world's scar.
A world transformed, love's light now...