In the twilight of our deepest thoughts,
Where shadows of conscience softly tread,
Lies a whisper that the world oft forgot,
A silent echo of what our hearts once said.

Through the tangled paths of right and wrong,
Where virtue meets the vice’s cunning snare,
Stand the pillars of a truth so strong,
Guiding lost souls with a gentle, unwavering care.

In the quiet moments of reflection’s grace,
When the mirror shows not our face, but our soul,
We find the courage in that sacred space,
To mend the fractures and make ourselves whole.

For morality is not a distant star,
But the light within that guides our way,
A beacon that tells us who we truly are,
In the silent echoes of our actions’ sway.