In the stillness of the night, it speaks,
A whisper soft, yet crystal clear,
Guiding us through shadows and peaks,
The voice of conscience, ever near.
It questions choices, right or wrong,
A silent judge within our heart,
Its melody a haunting song,
That sets our moral path apart.
When tempests rage and skies are grey,
It anchors us to truth and light,
A beacon that will never sway,
Leading us through darkest night.
In moments of doubt and deep despair,
It shines a light upon our soul,
Reminding us to always care,
And strive to make our spirits whole.