In the quiet of the night, it speaks,
A whispering guide through the shadows,
When the world seems dim and bleak,
It lights the path that follows.

A gentle nudge within the heart,
The voice of right and wrong,
It plays a crucial, unseen part,
In life’s unending song.

Through trials and joys, it stays,
A constant, silent friend,
Leading us through tangled ways,
To truth that knows no end.

Though often we may turn away,
Its call is ever clear,
For conscience seeks to gently sway,
The soul in love, not fear.