In the quiet of the morning light,
A whisper calls from shadows past,
To mend the heart, to set things right,
And find a peace that ever lasts.

The echoes of the hurt once known,
Fade softly as the dawn appears,
A bridge of grace where love has grown,
Dissolving all the bygone fears.

With open arms, the soul embraces,
The tender strength that time bestows,
For in forgiveness, one retraces,
The path where understanding flows.

Let go the weight of sorrow’s chain,
And breathe the freedom of release,
For in forgiveness, we regain,
A gentle world, a lasting peace.