Stillness Woven

[Verse 1]
The quiet hum that fills the room, it's not an empty space.
My own company, a tender weave, now finds its proper place.
The jasmine scent still lingers soft, a memory on the breeze.
My hands, once clasped for someone else, now find their slow release.

[Chorus]
No longer just a thread unbound, I'm the fabric I embrace.
This quiet hum, a resonant sound, my own solitary grace.

[Verse 2]
The city breathes its hazy gold, a tapestry of sound.
My shadow stretches long and bold, on sacred, Oakland ground.
This rough-spun fear, it used to cling, a frayed and bitter knot.
Now threads of solace softly sing, a lesson I was taught.

[Chorus]
No longer just a thread unbound, I'm the fabric I embrace.
This quiet hum, a resonant sound, my own solitary grace.

[Bridge]
My Lola's stories, worn like lace, once pulled me to their core.
But this intricate pattern on my palm, craves an open door.
To feel the truth beneath the dye, unfiltered, stark, and deep.
A raw and iridescent sigh, the promises I keep.

[Outro]
Just quiet hands, a truth now spun.
My own deep peace, beneath the sun.