In silent nights, beneath the moon’s soft glow,Where whispers of the heart begin to flow,There lies a strength unseen, a quiet grace,A dignity that time cannot erase.Through storms that rage and winds that fiercely blow,The spirit stands, unyielding, tall and slow,With every scar a testament of might,A beacon shining through the darkest night.In eyes that meet the world with steady gaze,Resides a truth that words can never phrase,A dignity that finds its gentle way,In every silent act, in every day.And though the path is long, the journey steep,Within the heart, a promise it will keep,To walk with honor, courage intertwined,A legacy of dignity enshrined.