In the quiet of the night, where shadows blend,
A heart begins to mend, a soul to defend.
Forgiveness whispers softly, a gentle breeze,
Healing comes like waves upon the seas.

The burden of anger slowly fades away,
Like morning mist touched by the sun’s first ray.
In the garden of the heart, new flowers bloom,
As forgiveness dispels the lingering gloom.

Old scars soften, their stories retold,
In the tapestry of life, in threads of gold.
Healing finds a path where pain once lay,
Guiding the spirit to a brighter day.

From brokenness, a strength is born anew,
Forgiveness, the bridge to skies of blue.
In the dance of time, wounds find their peace,
And in the heart, love’s whispers never cease.