In the quiet of the midnight hour,
Where shadows dance and dreams unfold,
A voice emerges, soft yet clear,
Guiding the soul through stories untold.

It speaks of truths we dare not face,
With gentle strength, it calls our name,
A mirror of the heart’s embrace,
Igniting an introspective flame.

Through tangled paths and winding roads,
It leads with wisdom, pure and deep,
Unraveling the burdens we’ve bestowed,
In silence, our conscience we keep.

Embrace the whisper, heed its call,
For in its echo, we find our way,
A guiding light through rise and fall,
The voice within, our compass each day.