In shadows deep where darkness reigns,
A spark of virtue softly pains,
It glows with warmth, it shines so bright,
A beacon in the endless night.

Through trials harsh and paths so steep,
It whispers courage, faith to keep,
With every step, through storm and strife,
It guides the weary soul to life.

The heart that holds this precious flame,
Knows not of fear, nor guilt, nor shame,
For virtue’s light doth banish all,
It lifts the weak, it breaks the fall.

So let us cherish, hold it near,
This radiant glow so pure, so clear,
And in its warmth, we find our way,
To brighter dawns and kinder days.