In the quiet hours when silence reigns,
A heart whispers tales of lingering pain,
Tears trace paths on a weary face,
In the shadows of sorrow, we find our place.

Amidst the echoes of what once was,
Memories dance like fallen leaves,
Each tender moment, a gentle pause,
In the gentle embrace, the spirit breathes.

Time, the healer, in its patient grace,
Softly mends the broken seams,
Guiding hearts to a safer space,
Where hope rekindles forgotten dreams.

From the depths, a light begins to rise,
Tender warmth in the coldest night,
In healing’s embrace, the spirit flies,
Emerging anew, in love’s gentle light.