In the quiet echo of the morning light,
Lies a strength unseen, a silent fight.
Through trials harsh and storms unkind,
Dignity remains, in heart and mind.

A noble stance in the face of despair,
With head held high, through the wear and tear.
Not a crown of gold or a robe of silk,
But a spirit unbroken, like the finest ilk.

In whispered words and gentle deeds,
Dignity blooms like the purest seeds.
It’s in the eyes that refuse to bow,
In the quiet strength that says, “I will not cow.”

Through every shadow and darkest night,
Dignity shines, a beacon of light.
A testament to the human soul,
Unyielding, steadfast, forever whole.