In the quiet hour before dawn’s light,Whispers of hope begin to ignite,The soul once lost in a sea of gray,Now seeks redemption’s gentle sway.The burdened heart, heavy with past,Finds solace in letting go at last,A path emerges, lined with grace,Guiding steps to a brighter place.Through tears and trials, the spirit mends,Each scar a lesson, each pain transcends,In the mirror of time, reflections clear,Revealing strength beyond the fear.As the sun rises, painting skies anew,Hope rekindles, vibrant and true,Redemption’s call, a song profound,In its embrace, peace is found.