[Verse 1]
She reads the room before a word is spoken,
feels the current underneath, the almost-broken,
a mind that moves like water through a canyon,
soft on the surface, carved from some deep passion,
she holds the world's weight like it's second nature,
a dreamer built for something so much greater

[PreChorus]
They see the calm, they don't see the tide,
all the oceans she has learned to hide

[Chorus]
Janet, you were written by the stars and the sea,
every depth you carry is exactly where you're meant to be,
you don't need to prove the light you've always been,
Janet, you are known, you are held, you are seen

[Verse 2]
She loves with the kind of fire that refuses to fade,
not the easy kind — the kind that isn't afraid,
she gives before she's asked and asks for almost nothing,
craving something real while all the surface keeps on bluffing,
she's chased ideals in faces, searched for home in eyes,
and quietly rebuilt herself each time the vision dies

[PreChorus]
What looked like loss was always transformation,
every wound became the root of her foundation

[Chorus]
Janet, you were written by the stars and the sea,
every depth you carry is exactly where you're meant to be,
you don't need to prove the light you've always been,
Janet, you are known, you are held, you are seen

[Verse 3]
There's a language she speaks that doesn't need explaining,
she finds the sacred truth in what the others are feigning,
she's been afraid to put her colors out for viewing,
afraid the thing she's made won't be worth the pursuing,
but every word she speaks, every thing she dares to share,
is a compass that was always meant to guide someone somewhere

[PreChorus]
The world was shaped to hold exactly what she carries,
her gift was never meant to live in the periphery

[Chorus]
Janet, you were written by the stars and the sea,
every depth you carry is exactly where you're meant to be,
you don't need to prove the light you've always been,
Janet, you are known, you are held, you are seen

[Bridge]
She was never too much, she was never too wide,
she was always the lighthouse and always the tide,
the cosmos wrote her slowly, with ink that remains,
and what she calls her burden is what the world calls grace

[Outro]
So rest now in the knowing you are whole,
Janet, the universe has always held your soul