In the quiet chambers of the soul,
Where whispers of truth softly call,
A gentle voice begins to unfold,
The conscience that guides us all.
Through shadows of doubt and fear,
Its light shines steady and clear,
A beacon in the stormy night,
Guiding us toward what is right.
It echoes in the silence deep,
Awakening dreams long asleep,
A symphony of inner grace,
A reflection of the heart’s true face.
With every choice we dare to make,
Its gentle hand helps us awake,
To walk the path of truth and love,
Guided by the stars above.