In the quiet moments of the night,
When shadows dance with the moonlight,
A gentle whisper calls my name,
Promising healing, easing the pain.

The dawn breaks with a golden hue,
Washing the world in colors anew,
With every ray, a promise it brings,
That hope will rise on tender wings.

In the gardens where the wildflowers grow,
Through every petal, the winds blow,
A song of solace, sweet and clear,
Reminding me that hope is near.

With each heartbeat, a story unfolds,
Of battles fought and dreams retold,
In the tapestry of life, a beautiful scope,
We find our healing and embrace our hope.