As if a golden grain of sand br That is lost to the hand, br When integrity is gone forever, br It severs a chance to extol br The state of being whole. br br Then perfection’s fate br Is no longer open to debate, br Since the tragic selection br Is integrity’s imperfection. br Protect every precious grain br br With principles that reign br And guide the astute br Who know that integrity is not br Relative, but always absolute br Nothing less than br The very essence of petrescence.