In the quiet whispers of the night,
Where shadows dance in gentle light,
Lies the echo of a broken dream,
A past that pulls with silent scream.

Yet in the depths of the darkest hour,
Rises the strength, a hidden power,
To turn the tears into a stream,
Where hope and courage softly gleam.

With every step, the chains unbind,
The heart begins to gently find,
A melody of healing grace,
A path to peace, a warm embrace.

Through valleys deep and mountains high,
The spirit learns again to fly,
Beyond the echoes of the pain,
Into the light, the soul’s domain.