In the quiet whispers of the heart,
Lies a beacon, steadfast and bright,
Guiding the soul through shadows dark,
With a flame of unwavering light.

When temptations dance in seductive hues,
And morals waver, frail and thin,
Integrity stands firm, refuses to lose,
The battle within, it shall win.

Through storms of deceit, and torrents of lies,
It anchors the spirit to truth’s shore,
No veil of falsehood, no disguise,
Can shatter the core it swore.

In the tapestry of life, it weaves,
Threads of honor, strength, and grace,
A legacy that time perceives,
As the purest of the human race.