One

With shadows cast by grief's cold hand,
Where the echoes of old sorrows land,
We walk a path both dark and steep,
And tears fall soft in silence deep.

Each day we face, a step anew,
With skies of gray and hopeful blue.
In whispers light, the heart does mend,
As time, our faithful, gentle friend.

For every storm, a dawn will break,
And hearts once heavy start to wake.
In healing's light, we find our way,
One breath, one step, one hopeful day.