In the quiet dawn, where shadows fade,The heart finds strength, anew and unafraid.Whispers of dreams, once lost to night,Now softly bloom in morning light.The path of healing, winding and long,Through valleys of silence, guided by song.Each step a promise, each breath a chance,To find the rhythm, to learn the dance.With every tear, a river flows,Washing away the weight of woes.In the garden of time, seeds are sown,Of courage, of love, of hope grown.And as the sun sets, painting the sky,The heart whispers softly, a gentle sigh.For in the journey, strength we find,In the gentle embrace of a healing mind.