In the quiet dawn of newfound hope,
The shadows of yesterday slowly fade,
A heart once heavy learns to cope,
As dreams of tomorrow serenely cascade.
The echoes of the past softly recede,
With each breath, a step toward the light,
Healing whispers plant a hopeful seed,
Turning the darkness into gentle night.
The winds of change begin to blow,
Sweeping away the remnants of sorrow,
With courage, the soul starts to grow,
Embracing the promise of a brighter tomorrow.
As the sun rises, so does the spirit,
Unburdened by the chains of what has been,
With open arms, ready to inherit,
The beauty of life, anew and pristine.