In the silent whispers of the night,
Where choices gather, shadows bright,
A guiding light, ethics in sight,
Leads the heart towards the right.

In moments frail, where paths entwine,
The compass steady, line by line,
A gentle voice, a truth divine,
Carves the way in sands of time.

Through storms of doubt and seas of gray,
Ethics stands, a beacon’s ray,
Anchoring souls that drift away,
To shores where conscience finds its say.

As seasons change and years unfold,
The tales of honor, brave and bold,
Are etched in hearts, in stories told,
Ethics, the treasure, more than gold.