In the quiet moments of the breaking dawn,
Where shadows retreat and dreams are drawn,
We find the whispers of a new day’s song,
A promise of hope where we belong.
Through valleys deep and mountains high,
Our spirits soar, our hearts comply,
Healing flows like a gentle stream,
Guiding us toward a brighter dream.
The scars we bear, the stories told,
Are woven in silver, priceless gold,
Each step we take, a testament of grace,
A journey of hope in time and space.
As the sun ascends and lights our way,
We cherish the gift of a brand new day,
With hearts renewed and spirits free,
Embracing the dawn, our destiny.