In the quietest corners of the mind,
Where shadows dance and thoughts entwine,
A whispering voice begins to find,
Its path through conscience, pure and divine.

Guiding through the murky haze,
A beacon in the darkest days,
It speaks in gentle, soothing ways,
To steer us from deceitful maze.

This inner light, both firm and kind,
A compass true, for heart and mind,
With every choice, a bond we bind,
In truth and love, our souls aligned.

Oh, listen to this sacred call,
For conscience is the guide for all,
With every rise and every fall,
It leads us to the light enthrall.