In the quiet whispers of the night,
Where shadows dance with fleeting grace,
A soul seeks solace, yearning to find,
Redemption’s light in a forgotten place.

Beneath the weight of past misdeeds,
A heart beats slowly, burdened with time,
Yet in the gentle rustle of autumn leaves,
Hope stirs within, like a silent rhyme.

The dawn breaks with a golden hue,
Casting away the remnants of despair,
Each ray a promise, each breeze a clue,
That redemption’s path is always there.

In the embrace of a forgiving morn,
The soul finds strength to rise anew,
With every step, rebirth is born,
And redemption blooms in the morning dew.