In the quiet of the morning light,
Where shadows softly fade away,
Lies the hope of a heart once torn,
Seeking peace in a brand new day.

Whispers of forgiveness gently call,
Like winds that brush the autumn leaves,
Healing wounds time could not erase,
As the soul learns to believe.

Through the veil of past’s embrace,
Comes a warmth to melt the frost,
With every step, a softer grace,
Finding strength in what was lost.

The gentle path to healing’s light,
Guides us through the darkest night,
Where forgiveness blooms and hearts unite,
In the dawn of peace, so bright.