In the quiet of the night, a whisper grows,
A silent voice, where no one knows.
It speaks of truths, of right and wrong,
Guiding hearts, where they belong.

Through shadows deep, and trials faced,
It stands as light, in every place.
The conscience clear, a beacon bright,
Leading souls, towards the light.

When doubt creeps in, and fear takes hold,
That inner voice, remains so bold.
It speaks of courage, of love and grace,
A moral compass, in every space.

So heed its call, and trust its way,
For conscience true, will never sway.
In every heart, its voice will sing,
The silent guide, to everything.