In the stillness of the night,
Shadows dance, whispering tales,
Of hearts that heal, of wounds unseen,
Echoes of what once was pain.

Beneath the moon’s soft, silver light,
Scars begin to fade away,
With each breath, a gentle release,
Healing whispers in the breeze.

Stars above, like guardians bright,
Guide the soul through darkest hours,
With their light, they mend the cracks,
And sow the seeds of healing flowers.

As dawn breaks, a new day born,
The heart, now light, begins to soar,
Embracing life, with hope renewed,
In the arms of time, healing is true.