In the stillness of the night, it speaks,
A voice so soft, yet strong and clear,
Guiding through the shadows, it seeks,
To steer the heart from doubt and fear.
It whispers truths we dare not face,
A mirror to the soul’s pure light,
Reflecting every hidden trace,
Of wrongs and rights, of dark and bright.
In moments of despair, it calls,
A beacon in the stormy sea,
Urging us to rise when we fall,
To find our way, to truly see.
The conscience, silent yet profound,
A compass in the quest for grace,
It anchors us, keeps us unbound,
A guardian in life’s endless race.