In the quiet hours before the break of day,
I find solace in the whispers of the night.
The stars, like old companions, gently fade,
And I gather strength to face the morning light.

The shadows of the past, they linger still,
Yet in their depths, I see a glimmering spark.
A promise of a future, bright and filled,
With dreams reborn from ashes in the dark.

I walk away from echoes of what was,
With every step, a new horizon forms.
The winds of change, they gently start to buzz,
Guiding me through life’s transforming storms.

So here I stand, ready to begin anew,
With open heart and eyes set on the sky.
For in the letting go, I finally knew,
The path ahead is where my soul will fly.