In the quiet whispers of the heart,
Lies a strength untold, unseen,
A light that pierces through the dark,
Where the soul remains serene.
Virtue, a quiet flame within,
Guides through storms, through trials wide,
A beacon in the tempest’s din,
With grace and truth as its guide.
It stands unmoved by worldly gain,
Untouched by fleeting praise,
In every joy, in every pain,
It walks in humble ways.
Oh, silent strength of virtue’s grace,
You lead us through the night,
With every step, in every place,
You are our guiding light.