In the quiet hush of morning light,
Where shadows dance with fleeting grace,
A whisper calls to hearts contrite,
To seek a path, a new embrace.

The echoes of the past may linger,
Yet promise blooms with every breath,
Courage wraps around each finger,
Shielding fears from whispered death.

In fields where dreams once lay in dust,
Seeds of hope now find their place,
Rising strong through layers of rust,
Reaching skyward, sheer and chaste.

So let us walk with footsteps bold,
On paths untread, with stories new,
For every dawn, a tale untold,
And every heart, a chance to renew.