Through storms of doubt and winds of gain,
Integrity stands, a steadfast flame.

A quiet strength, unswayed, unbound,
Rooted deep in hallowed ground.

No mask to wear, no guise to play,
It walks the light in honest day.

A compass true when shadows call,
It lifts the soul above the fall.

When whispers tempt with fleeting gold,
And crooked paths bid hearts grow cold,

Integrity, with steady hand,
Builds castles firm on solid land.

It speaks in silence, bold and clear,
A vow to self, a voice sincere.

For though the world may twist and bend,
The upright heart will never rend.

So hold it close, this sacred fire,
A beacon rising ever higher.

For in its glow, we come to see,
The truest self we’re meant to be.