[Verse 1]
She carries still waters but runs ocean-deep,
A patience like bedrock, a fire she keeps,
The calm on the surface, the tide underneath,
A garden of thorns wrapped in roots and in leaves,
She built herself slowly, with weather-worn hands,
And holds what she loves like the sea holds the land

[PreChorus]
They see the quiet, they don't see the blaze,
The whole world she carries through ordinary days

[Chorus]
Anne, you are made of the earth and the flame,
Both the thunder and the stillness, both the wild and the tame,
You were written in the language the cosmos understands,
Anne, you are enough, exactly as you stand

[Verse 2]
She loves like she means it, no halfway, no guise,
Throws the whole of her heart straight into the fire,
Been burned and returned to believe it again,
That kind of devotion is rare among men,
She gives before asking, she leads from the soul,
Every crack in that armor is making her whole

[PreChorus]
They see the surface, the poise and the grace,
They don't know the battles she carries with grace

[Chorus]
Anne, you are made of the earth and the flame,
Both the thunder and the stillness, both the wild and the tame,
You were written in the language the cosmos understands,
Anne, you are enough, exactly as you stand

[Verse 3]
She's wrestled with worth like it owed her a debt,
Kept proving her place when the world made her forget,
The weight of being seen but still feeling unseen,
The miles between who she is and who she thinks she should be,
But every scar she's carried has taught her to know
That the roots going deepest are the ones that most grow

[PreChorus]
She doesn't need the applause or the crowd's reply,
The truth of her value was there all the time

[Chorus]
Anne, you are made of the earth and the flame,
Both the thunder and the stillness, both the wild and the tame,
You were written in the language the cosmos understands,
Anne, you are enough, exactly as you stand

[Verse 4]
There's a compass in her chest pointing somewhere like home,
Through the noise of belonging and the fear of alone,
She's a dreamer with calluses, a thinker with fire,
A soul built for something that keeps reaching higher,
The world needs the light that she almost let dim,
Every gift that she carries was placed deep within

[PreChorus]
She doesn't need to be finished, she just needs to begin,
To rest in the knowing that she's always been whole

[Bridge]
The moon wrote her restless, the earth made her sure,
Every ending she's lived through has opened a door,
She was never too much and she's never too small,
She was always, already, enough through it all

[Outro]
The stars didn't scatter her story by chance,
Anne, you were always meant to be here,
And every part of you was placed with care