In the quiet whispers of the night,
Where shadows dance and fears alight,
There lies a strength, unseen, untold,
A flame of dignity, pure and bold.

Through trials harsh and battles fierce,
It stands unbroken, a sacred pierce,
No storm can quench, no gale can sway,
This beacon bright, that lights our way.

In every heart it finds its home,
A silent guard, where’er we roam,
It speaks of honor, truth, and grace,
In every soul, it finds its place.

So hold it close, this precious fire,
Let it lift you, take you higher,
For dignity, in its silent might,
Is the guiding star, in the darkest night.