In the quiet moments of the night,
When shadows dance and moonlight gleams,
A whisper echoes, soft and slight,
Stirring the depths of my silent dreams.

Conscience speaks in a voice so low,
Guiding my steps through right and wrong,
A gentle nudge, a subtle glow,
Leading my heart where it belongs.

In every choice, a silent plea,
To listen well to that inner guide,
For it knows the path to set me free,
And brings me peace where I reside.

So heed the whisper, soft and true,
Embrace the guidance it imparts,
For conscience is the light that drew
The way to love within our hearts.