In the quiet corners of our minds,
Where whispers of right and wrong reside,
Integrity, a steadfast guide,
Holds our hands through life’s unkind.

Through storms that bend but do not break,
Its roots run deep within our soul,
A beacon when the nights are cold,
With valor, every step we take.

The mirror reflects a heart so pure,
Though tempted by the fleeting lure,
It stands unwavering, sure,
For truth and honor must endure.

In the tapestry of time we weave,
With threads of honesty, we cleave,
Integrity, our sacred creed,
Forever in our hearts, believed.