Conscience
Where speaks the mind’s most silent voice
So deep, internal, offering choice
It sways decisions, so then to make
With hopes that good are those to take
It may be loud, resounding high
To then see clearly with thine eye
It may, too, be low, a whisper soft
To not be heard when mind’s aloft
Yet, know its presence, hold it true
Always listen, sense it, within you
For there residing, with hopes to be heard
Is your little voice, with spoken word
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