In the morning’s gentle light we rise,
A whispered promise to the skies.
With steady steps, we greet the day,
Guided by discipline’s silent sway.
Through trials that test our will,
We find the courage to stand still.
In the chaos, we find our peace,
With discipline, our fears release.
The path may waver, shadows cast,
Yet discipline holds us steadfast.
A quiet strength, a guiding star,
Leading us to who we are.
When dreams seem distant, hopes confined,
Discipline shapes the wandering mind.
A gentle hand, an unwavering guide,
In its embrace, we find our stride.