In the quiet corners of the soul,
Where whispers of truth softly tread,
Dignity stands like an ancient oak,
Rooted deep, its branches spread.

Through storms of doubt and winds of fear,
It holds its ground, unwavering, proud,
A beacon of light in the darkest night,
A voice of clarity, steady and loud.

In the mirror’s gaze, it reflects the strength,
Of battles fought and dreams pursued,
An inner flame that never wanes,
A testament of self-renewed.

So here we stand, with heads held high,
Embracing the grace within our reach,
For dignity is the silent symphony,
A song of life that words can’t breach.