A voice within, so soft, so small,
Yet louder than the world’s great call.
It speaks in silence, calm and still,
A whisper bending iron will.

It tells of light, of love unseen,
Of dreams yet lived and souls made clean.
No mountain stands too tall to climb,
No fate too cruel, no loss too prime.

For even when the path is thin,
A guiding hand will pull you in.
The steps may falter, feet may bleed,
Yet faith will plant the strongest seed.

So close your eyes, embrace the sound,
The voice within is sure and found.