Hold it in your hand
Slide it through your fingers
Feel the smooth stone glide across your palm
Now close your eyes
And roll it between both palms
Imagine where it’s been
Where it came from
Hear the ocean that it use to lie by
Washing in and out
Over and over again
Pulling the stones into its hold
And then pushing them back onto the beach
A little smoother each time
Now feel the waves aping at your toes
Prickling your ankles and knees with its icy embrace
Feel it pull you into its cold arms
And push you back onto the beach
A little smoother each time
Feel it wash away your pain
Break down your sorrow and hurt
And carry it away into the sea
Leaving you a little smoother each time
Yes, hold it in your hand, glide it across your palm
And feel a little smoother each time