In the quiet hours of the night,
Whispers of remorse linger near,
I trace the echoes of my plight,
Wishing to mend what I hold dear.

Through shadows cast by choices made,
The weight of sorrow bends my spine,
Yet in the darkness, unafraid,
I seek a light, a hopeful sign.

Each tear a testament of pain,
Yet also of a heart that yearns,
To cleanse the soul and break the chain,
For every hurt, a lesson learns.

With open hands, I reach for grace,
A bridge to heal the wounds of past,
In seeking pardon, I embrace,
A chance for peace, a love to last.