In the quiet whispers of the night,
Where echoes of past linger long,
A heart begins its gentle fight,
To mend where it has been wronged.

Through valleys deep and mountains high,
With every step, a story unfolds,
The soul learns once again to fly,
As courage within gently molds.

The scars tell tales of battles past,
But strength is born from every scar,
In moments fleeting, yet steadfast,
The spirit finds its guiding star.

Embrace the dawn with open arms,
Let hope be the light that guides,
For in the calm after the storms,
A new self beautifully abides.