In the quiet corners of a restless mind,
Where shadows dance and truth unwinds,
Lies the silent echoes of what’s right,
A beacon in the darkest night.

Through the chaos of a world so vast,
Morality’s whispers hold steadfast,
Guiding hearts with gentle grace,
In every soul, it finds its place.

When tempests roar and skies turn grey,
And doubts like specters lead astray,
The inner voice, so soft yet clear,
Reminds us why we must adhere.

For in the end, when all is done,
When battles lost and victories won,
The measure of a life well-lived,
Is in the love and truth we give.