In the whispers of the morning breeze,
I find echoes of the days gone by,
Yet in their fading melodies,
I learn the art of saying goodbye.

The shadows of the past will linger,
Their presence felt in silent sighs,
But I choose to raise my fingers,
And trace new paths across the skies.

For every tear that fell unguarded,
A seed of hope begins to sprout,
From broken dreams, a heart restarted,
In the warmth of love’s devout.

So here’s to new beginnings bright,
To courage found in moving on,
I’ll greet the dawn with open sight,
As yesterday dissolves at dawn.