Conscience, my conscience,
Be the ever guiding light that illuminates my way,
Be my inner sunlight and shine brightest in the absence of day,
Conscience, my conscience,
Be the compass that leads me ever true north, when all seems lost,
Be the thing that guides my steps irrespective of the cost,
Conscience, my conscience,
Be my champion, my rod and my shield, in this long and lonely fight,
Be the strength at my back and my comfort in the bitter chill of night,
Conscience, my conscience,
Be the sturdy stick on which lean in the twilight of my age,
Be my title, the shepherd that herds all other words written on my page,
Conscience, my conscience,
Be the final word etched into my stone,
Be the sentiment carved into the head of the last bed in which I lay, alone. 
Conscience, my conscience,
Forever be my guide,
For I will never stray, if you walk at my side.