What happened to the simplest joys
of soft moon light on new fallen snow
of a child's face lit up in a smile
of a trembling droplet of water, threatening to fall?
These simple things have been pushed into the shadows
by the blinding glare of lights strung upon house after house
Only haunting traces of these memories
still linger in the hearts of those who
haven't lost their inner light.
They are the one who will be left staning
when the rest of the world collapses
and the only thing left
is peace.