In the quiet moments of the night,
I weave words once left unsaid,
Hoping to mend the broken light,
In the heart where sorrow spread.
The echoes of the past still linger,
Softly calling in the gentle breeze,
As I trace the lines with trembling finger,
Seeking forgiveness, seeking ease.
Through the shadows of my own making,
I walk a path of remorse and grace,
With every step, my heart is aching,
Longing for a forgotten place.
Yet in the dawn of new tomorrows,
I find the strength to carry on,
To let go of these heavy sorrows,
And embrace the hope of a brighter dawn.