In the quiet whispers of the night,
A beacon shines, so pure, so bright,
It guides our steps, through wrong and right,
A compass in the darkest plight.

Within our hearts, it softly speaks,
In moments strong, in moments weak,
A call to justice, kind and meek,
In every soul, its truth we seek.

When shadows fall, and doubts arise,
It holds our hand, it clears our eyes,
A sacred vow, beneath the skies,
To live with honor, free of lies.

For morality, an endless flame,
It knows no wealth, it seeks no fame,
In every heart, it stakes its claim,
A timeless guide, forever the same.