In the quiet moments of the night,
When stars whisper secrets to the moon,
I find the strength to release the fright,
And let my heart heal, not too soon.

Forgiveness, a tender touch of grace,
Washes over wounds deep and old,
It’s a journey, not a hurried race,
In its warmth, my spirit bold.

To forgive is to embrace the light,
Casting shadows far behind,
It’s a beacon in the darkest night,
A gentle peace, so hard to find.

Through tears and sighs, I breathe anew,
With every step, the pain takes flight,
In forgiveness, my soul grew,
Finding solace in the quiet night.