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Lyrics
Verse 1
In the hush of woven light,
Where the burdens slip from sight,
A soul lies down, no need to prove—
Wrapped in grace, it learns to move.
Verse 2
A pillow cradles dreams once worn,
A toy beside the heart reborn.
No crown, no quest, no war to fight—
Just sacred breath and softened night.
Chorus
Self-care is not a whispered plea,
It’s the robe of quiet dignity.
Not a luxury, not delay—
It’s the altar where we pray.
Verse 3
The world may spin, the fires may call,
But rest is not retreat—it’s all.
The strength to rise, the will to stay,
Is born in silence, day by day.
Bridge
Let the kitten teach the man,
To lay down pride, to understand—
That healing comes in gentle ways,
In stillness, not in praise.
Final Chorus
Self-care is not a whispered plea,
It’s the robe of quiet dignity.
Not a luxury, not delay—
It’s the altar where we pray.
Outro
So sleep, dear soul, and let it be—
The quiet grace that sets you free.
Details
GeneratedOct 30, 2025
Duration2:59
LanguageEnglish
Style
A gentle, acoustic folk ballad with ambient strings and soft piano
Credits
Prompt byKariuki_njamwitha
ModelAria v5
