In the quiet whispers of the night,
Where shadows dance with the moonlight,
Lies the path of virtue and right,
A beacon in the endless fight.

Choices made in the heart’s deep core,
Ripple out to the world’s far shore,
With every action, less or more,
We shape what future has in store.

Integrity stands tall and firm,
A guiding star through every storm,
In times of trial and reform,
It keeps our conscience warm.

Ethics, the silent, steady hand,
That builds a just and noble land,
In every deed, we understand,
The essence of what makes us grand.