In the quiet of the night, a whisper calls,
An echo of truth in shadowed halls.
Conscience speaks in gentle tones,
Guiding souls where light is shown.
Through the mists of doubt, it weaves,
A tapestry of what one believes.
Voices soft yet ever bold,
A silent guide through fears untold.
In the heart, a beacon glows,
Illuminating paths where courage grows.
Choices made in moments fleeting,
Steered by whispers, softly speaking.
In the stillness, answers found,
In conscience, truth profound.
A guiding star, forever bright,
Leading onward through the night.