In the quiet corners of the soul’s embrace,
Whispers of conscience gently trace,
Paths untrodden, choices to make,
Echoes of truth that never forsake.

Beneath the stars, where dreams alight,
Shadows dance in the soft moonlight,
A voice within, both tender and wise,
Guides the heart with unspoken ties.

In moments of doubt, where shadows play,
The conscience speaks, a guiding ray,
Through tangled thoughts and silent fears,
It weaves a path, crystal clear.

Embrace the call, the gentle urge,
For within its depths, truths emerge,
A compass true, in life’s vast sea,
Conscience whispers, setting us free.