In the quiet corners of the soul,
Ethics speak in whispers, soft and low,
Guiding hearts through murky waters,
Where right and wrong are often blurred.

A compass steady, true and fair,
It points the way through tangled paths,
With every choice, a candle glows,
Illuminating roads to tread.

The strength to stand when shadows fall,
With courage drawn from inner light,
To hold to truths that never wane,
Amidst the storms that test our core.

For in the end, it’s not the noise,
But silent whispers of the heart,
That lead us through the darkest nights,
To find the dawn of moral dawn.