In the quiet whisper of the night,
Where shadows dance with soft moonlight,
A heart once shattered starts to mend,
Through forgiveness, wounds transcend.

The burdens carried, heavy and deep,
Begin to fade, no longer steep,
In gentle grace and tender care,
Forgiveness blooms, a breath of air.

The past, a tapestry of pain,
With threads of sorrow, loss, and strain,
Yet in the weave, a light appears,
Through healing, love disperses fears.

Embrace the dawn, with open arms,
Let peace replace the old alarms,
For in forgiveness, hearts are free,
To heal and love eternally.