In the quiet of the night, shadows creep,
Echoes of sins that haunt, secrets we keep.
The burden of wrongs, heavy on our chest,
Seeking redemption, in our silent quest.

The whispers of guilt, like a haunting breeze,
Stirring the soul, never at ease.
Eyes that once shone, now dim with regret,
Hearts burdened by sins we cannot forget.

In the mirror’s reflection, a tale unfolds,
Of choices made, stories untold.
The weight of sin, a constant fight,
Yearning for dawn, from the darkest night.

Through the valley of shadows, we find our way,
Seeking the light, at the break of day.
Redemption’s whisper, a gentle call,
Forgiveness rises, like the morning’s fall.