In the quiet corners of our hearts, where whispers softly tread,
Lies the compass of our moral arcs, through which we’re gently led.
A mirror to our deepest thoughts, reflecting light and shade,
Guiding steps through tangled paths, where choices must be made.

What defines the righteous path, in shadows and in light?
Is it the call of empathy, that turns wrong into right?
Or is it wisdom’s silent voice, that echoes through the soul,
Shaping actions with its grace, making broken spirits whole?

Each decision marks a thread, in life’s intricate weave,
A tapestry of right and wrong, in which we all believe.
Through the trials of daily life, our principles are tried,
And in the end, our moral core, becomes our truest guide.

With every deed and every word, we carve our legacy,
A testament to who we are, and who we strive to be.
For in the echoes of our hearts, morality does reign,
A beacon in the darkest night, a shield against the pain.