In the quiet whispers of the night,
Where shadows dance with gentle ease,
Lies the path to inner light,
A journey where old burdens cease.
Forgiveness blooms in tender hearts,
Like flowers kissed by morning dew,
With every gentle step it starts,
To mend the soul, to make it new.
Through the storms of anger and pain,
We find a place to softly land,
Where love can cleanse like gentle rain,
And guide us with a gentle hand.
In the embrace of healing grace,
We find the strength to rise above,
To let the past its place replace,
With peace, with hope, with endless love.