In the soft whispers of the morning light,
We find the strength to face our inner fight,
Embracing shadows that dance in the night,
Acceptance blossoms, taking flight.

Through trials that carve our weary soul,
We learn to mend, to make ourselves whole,
In every scar, a story to be told,
Acceptance, a treasure more precious than gold.

With every tear that falls from our eyes,
A seed of wisdom slowly starts to rise,
In letting go, the spirit truly flies,
Acceptance, the dawn of new skies.

In the mirror, we see a friend,
A journey of growth that will never end,
Acceptance, where broken hearts mend,
A love for ourselves, forever to defend.