In the silent whispers of the night,
Grief wraps its heavy cloak around,
Memories dance in fading light,
Where tears and echoes softly sound.
Through the storm of aching hearts,
Time weaves its tender threads,
Each moment a gentle start,
In healing paths that love treads.
A garden blooms within the soul,
Where sorrow’s seeds once lay,
Hope’s gentle touch makes whole,
Turning night to gentle day.
In the embrace of tomorrow’s dawn,
The heart finds strength anew,
For within each shadow drawn,
Healing paints a brighter hue.