[Verse 1]
There's a fire behind the softness that you wear like a second skin,
A mind that maps the universe before the day begins,
You'll tell the truth before you'll tell a comfortable lie,
And carry other people's weight without a reason why,
You've built your worth in quiet rooms where no one thought to look,
A whole life burning brighter than the pages of any book,

[PreChorus]
But the tide inside you rises when you're standing still,
And proving you are worthy is a battle only you can feel,

[Chorus]
Linda, you were written in the oldest kind of light,
A compass and a question mark, a flame that leads the night,
The cosmos drew you carefully with ink that doesn't fade,
Linda, you are not the doubt — you're everything you've made,

[Verse 2]
You love like something measured, like a vow cut into stone,
You take your time to open up but love to the bone,
You're drawn to those who match your fire, equal and awake,
Who understand that what you give is more than you should take,
There's an ocean underneath the calm you show the world outside,
They see the steady surface — they don't know the depth of the tide,

[PreChorus]
You've worn the weight of feelings that you couldn't name out loud,
A dreamer sewn in discipline and wrapped inside a cloud,

[Chorus]
Linda, you were written in the oldest kind of light,
A compass and a question mark, a flame that leads the night,
The cosmos drew you carefully with ink that doesn't fade,
Linda, you are not the doubt — you're everything you've made,

[Verse 3]
You've questioned every map you had and built your own instead,
A pilgrim of the possible with philosophy in your head,
There's a wound that lives in wondering if the world makes any sense,
But every question that you carry is a gift, not a defense,
Your presence moves through rooms and changes something in the air,
A quiet revolution in the way you choose to care,

[PreChorus]
You've given more than anyone has ever stopped to see,
And somewhere in the giving you forgot you're also free,

[Chorus]
Linda, you were written in the oldest kind of light,
A compass and a question mark, a flame that leads the night,
The cosmos drew you carefully with ink that doesn't fade,
Linda, you are not the doubt — you're everything you've made,

[Verse 4]
The part of you that questions if your effort is enough,
That holds itself to standards sharp and unforgivingly tough —
That's not a flaw, that's vision that the ordinary lack,
A healer's instinct searching for the cracks to hold things back,
You don't need to be finished, don't need to be complete,
Every scar you carry is the ground beneath your feet,

[PreChorus]
The world needs what you carry though you've whispered it away,
Your purpose isn't waiting — it was here since your first day,

[Chorus]
Linda, you were written in the oldest kind of light,
A compass and a question mark, a flame that leads the night,
The cosmos drew you carefully with ink that doesn't fade,
Linda, you are not the doubt — you're everything you've made,

[Bridge]
You don't have to earn the sky — it was already yours,
Rest inside the person you've been building through the storms,
Every time you chose to stay and rise instead of run,
The stars were just confirming what they knew before the sun,

[Outro]
You are held by something ancient, something vast and true,
The deepest kind of knowing always pointed back to you,
Linda, you are light enough — you always were, you are,
The whole night sky was listening when they named your star,