In the quiet of the morning’s rise,
Discipline whispers through the skies.
A gentle push, a steadfast guide,
Leading hearts where dreams reside.
Through trials of the day and night,
It holds the flame, a steady light.
With every step and every fall,
Discipline answers to the call.
In moments where the spirit fades,
It anchors hope and gently aids.
A silent force, a firm embrace,
Carving paths through time and space.
When desires wander, wild and free,
Discipline stands, a rooted tree.
Its strength unyielding, ever true,
A beacon for the chosen few.