In the quiet whispers of the night,
Where shadows weave their gentle art,
Lies the battle of wrong and right,
A dance that stirs the human heart.

Through the realms of choice we tread,
Guided by the light within,
Yet the temptations softly spread,
Inviting souls to silent sin.

Morality, a fragile flame,
Flickers in the storm’s embrace,
Yet holds the power to reclaim,
The dignity of the human race.

So walk the path with steady grace,
Let conscience be your guiding star,
For in the mirror’s honest face,
Lies the truth of who we are.