In the quiet whisper of the dawn,
Where shadows dance and linger long,
Forgiveness blooms like a gentle song,
Healing the wounds where we belong.
The heart, once heavy with sorrow’s weight,
Finds solace in letting go of hate,
For in the embrace of forgiving light,
We mend the tears of endless night.
Through the valleys of pain and regret,
We seek the paths we cannot forget,
Yet with each step, a chance to mend,
A journey to peace, where love transcends.
In the garden of our tender souls,
Forgiveness plants its seeds of hope,
Nurtured by time, they softly unfold,
Healing the heart, making it whole.