In the quiet of the morning’s gentle grace,
Where whispers of the wind softly speak,
I find a path, a sacred space,
Where broken hearts begin to seek.

Through shadows cast by doubt and fear,
The light of hope begins to weave,
A tapestry of dreams held dear,
In every breath we dare to believe.

The river flows with healing’s song,
Washing away the scars of time,
Carrying us where we belong,
To shores where peace and solace rhyme.

With every step, a new dawn breaks,
As courage blooms in tender light,
We rise anew, for our own sakes,
Embracing day, embracing night.