In the quiet whispers of a restless mind,
Lies the gentle compass guiding the soul.
Ethics, the silent guardian of our kind,
A beacon where the darkest doubts console.

Through tangled paths and shadowed trails we tread,
With conscience as the steadfast northern star.
In choices made, the seeds of virtue spread,
And honor shines like moonlight from afar.

The heart must weigh the scales of right and wrong,
A dance of balance in a world of gray.
In every act, the echo of a song,
A melody that leads us not astray.

So let us walk with courage and with grace,
In each decision, let our spirits soar.
For ethics is the light we must embrace,
A guiding force that shapes us evermore.