[Intro – breathy, crystalline bells dancing] Hush… step lightly… I built this place for me… Only those who listen get in… [Verse 1 – soft, dreamy, mysterious] Silver on my lashes, moon drip on my skin, I’m a whispered prophecy you’ll never cage within. You walk with thunder shadows, but I bloom in quiet light, Every secret that you took—I turned it into sight. Your echo tried to claim me, but I learned to rise alone, Now every step I’m taking carves a path that feels like home. [Pre-Chorus – floating harmonies] Ooh, don’t you see? You can’t shake me… Soft doesn’t mean weak— I’m the calm before you breathe. [Chorus – ethereal, addictive] Welcome to the Temple of My Own, Where the heartbeats glow like gold on stone. You can chase the night, I’ll claim the dawn— Soft voice, strong soul, I keep moving on. Temple of my own— Every echo, every tone— You wanted the throne… But I became the whole temple. [Verse 2 – stronger, airy confidence] I’m the drop of sweetness after all your bitter rain, Dancing through the shadows that you cursed me with in vain. You chant your power loudly, I just breathe and realign— My beauty in the quiet is a strength you’ll never find. You believed the fire rising was the only way to lead, But I heal in holy water—yeah, that’s all I’ll ever need. [Pre-Chorus – whispered rise] Ooh, don’t you know? I took back control. We don’t need to fight— Peace can still be bold. [Chorus – bigger, celestial lift] Welcome to the Temple of My Own, Where the moonlight crowns me like a throne. You can scream your storm, I hum my tone— Gentle doesn’t crumble, baby—I’ve grown. Temple of my own— Watch me glow in monochrome— You followed the flame… But I rebuilt the whole temple. [Bridge – soft spellcasting, layered whispers] (Whispers) Rise slow… Let go… Feel the tides below… I am not your shadow… I’m the garden you’ll never grow. [Final Chorus – euphoric, goddess-like] Temple of my own Hear my heart in stereo. You broke me once, but now I know Grace is stronger than your show. Temple of my own Every step becomes my poem… You wanted a queen But I became the whole temple. [Outro – shimmering, fading] Soft… but unshakable… Quiet… but unforgettable. My temple stands alone.