It’s true—I’ve built a world of my own,

Under moon and stars, a quiet zone.

Far from the noise where wars still cry,

In nature’s arms, I let time pass by.

While the world burns in calls of fight,

Innocence fades before seeing light.

Some have everything, yet feel so bare,

Some have nothing—not even a place to care.

Some sleep in cars, some under the sky,

These fragile truths make the heart sigh.

What can we say, and who would hear,

When every voice dissolves in fear?

So I chose a silence, soft and deep,

Where with the stars, my thoughts can sleep.

We all search for a place that feels safe and whole,

And often retreat within our own soul.

Life itself—so delicate, so brief,

A bubble of moments, joy and grief.

~ Dawn