Verse 1 I wear a little mountain resting close against my skin, an unpolished lavender prayer where the quiet light gets in. Rough around the edges, but it knows just how to shine, like a whisper from the heavens saying, Child, youâre doing fine. Pre-Chorus When the world gets loud, when my thoughts run wild, it pulls me back like a mother to a child. Verse 2 It doesnât need perfection, it was born from pressure and stone, just like me, still becoming, still learning Iâm my own. Every crack is sacred, every edge has something to say, like, You donât have to carry every shadow from yesterday. Pre-Chorus When the room feels heavy, when the air feels thin, I touch that stone and come home again. Chorus This unpolished lavender prayer around my neck gives me peace of mind, keeps my spirit in check. A little piece of purple sky, a shield I can hold, turning fear into stillness, turning panic into gold. I breathe in slow, I let go of the fight, it guards my heart in the dark of the night. This unpolished lavender prayer around my neck keeps me safe, keeps me blessed, keeps me protected. Bridge No spell, no chains, just earth in my hands, a quiet reminder that I still can stand. Lavender flame, soft violet light, cover my spirit and guide me tonight.
