In valleys deep where shadows dwell, A heart was wounded, hard to quell. With heavy sighs beneath the stars, I pondered long the weight of scars. Forgiveness blooms like flowers bright, Yet memories linger, day and night. I choose to free my spirit’s chain, But echoes of the past remain. The river flows, yet stones abide, In time, with grace, the pain can slide. But in the night when silence weeps, The lessons learned are mine to keep. So hear me now, beneath the skies, Though I release the bitter ties, I will forgive, yet mark the stain, For wisdom grows from every pain.