Shell of stone with tongue of silk, I hide a secret none can milk. I open only when I choose, Guarding pearls the oceans bruise. Silent at the water’s rim Name what I am, tight-locked and slim.

I’m laid down but never sleep. I get walked on, yet I don’t complain. I soften steps and silence rooms. What am I?

I can hand wood chunks in a tray Or wait, am I a body spray?

change my first and i'm what you do on your phone, day in and day out change my second and give me a bucket change my third and set the table on me altogether i'll guide you when you're lost.

a tyrant may rule with my fist while those with my will will persist a maiden or man or cast in a pan as a lung, stomach, heart i exist.