In the quiet whispers of the morning light,
I find a space where I can breathe,
A gentle touch upon my weary soul,
A moment to believe.

The world outside may scream and shout,
But here within this tender grace,
I learn to listen to my heart,
And find my sacred place.

With every breath, I heal my wounds,
And let the past just fade away,
Embracing now, this gentle care,
In every single day.

So here I stand, with open arms,
Embracing all that I can be,
In the gentle art of self-care,
I find my inner peace, I am free.