In the quiet moments, where our hearts align,
Respect weaves its threads, so gentle, so fine.
Not born of fear, nor forged in haste,
But nurtured in love, with infinite grace.
Itâs in the glance that meets the eye,
In words spoken softly, never a lie.
Through valleys deep, over mountains high,
Respect stands tall, as time goes by.
In the dance of life, in every role we play,
Respect lights the path, showing the way.
With open hands and hearts so wide,
We find our strength, with respect as our guide.
So let us cherish, this sacred gift,
For itâs respect that gives our spirits a lift.
In every soul, let it reside,
A beacon of hope, a source of pride.