In the quiet corners of a weary heart,
Where shadows of past grievances dwell,
Forgiveness, like a gentle breeze, starts,
Whispering tales only the soul can tell.

It sings of release, of burdens unchained,
Of bonds once strained, now softly mended,
The echoes of hurt, in silence contained,
Through grace and time, beautifully ended.

A bridge is built, across the chasms wide,
Where anger and pride once fiercely reigned,
It beckons the heart to the other side,
Where love and understanding have gained.

In the dance of forgiveness, we find our way,
To heal and grow, to rise and to mend,
In this gentle art, we choose to stay,
Finding peace within, till the very end.