In the quiet of the morning’s light,
A gentle whisper calls the soul,
Where shadows fade and dreams ignite,
A heart begins to feel whole.

Amidst the scars of yesterday’s pain,
Hope emerges like the dawn’s first beam,
Softly weaving through the rain,
Guiding us toward a brighter dream.

With every step upon this path,
The wounds of time begin to mend,
Courage blooms in aftermath,
As healing and hope transcend.

In the dance of life’s uncertain tide,
The spirit finds its tender song,
Through healing’s grace, we learn to bide,
And hope carries us ever strong.