In the stillness of the morning light,
Discipline whispers, soft and bright.
It guides the heart, it shapes the mind,
With every step, we leave doubt behind.

Through trials and the tests of time,
Discipline stands, a mountain to climb.
It molds our will, it carves our path,
With steady hands, it tempers wrath.

When distractions call, loud and clear,
Discipline speaks, we hold it dear.
It keeps us true, it keeps us strong,
With each decision, we belong.

In moments of doubt, when shadows loom,
Discipline shines, it banishes gloom.
It is the beacon, the guiding star,
With discipline, we go far.