[Verse 1]
She feels everything the room won't say out loud,
A quiet ocean moving underneath the crowd,
She carries visions wider than the eye can hold,
A dreamer built of water, and a spine of gold,
She gives before you ask, she serves before she sleeps,
But no one asks her what she needs when no one sees how deep she goes

[PreChorus]
She's a compass and a current, a stillness and a flame,
Learning that the one who needs her most must bear her own name

[Chorus]
Margarita, you are more than what you tend,
More than every bridge you build, more than every hand you lend,
Margarita, let the tide come back to you,
The world was made for giving, but it made you to be true

[Verse 2]
She loves like open country, like a language without walls,
She needs a soul that meets her where the conversation calls,
She's built her worth on usefulness, on never being too much,
But usefulness was never meant to substitute for touch,
She balances the weight of what she cannot let fall,
And still she finds the harmony inside the hardest call

[PreChorus]
She's a mind that moves like lightning through a wide and open sky,
Every thought a seed she's planted, every question asks her why

[Chorus]
Margarita, you are more than what you tend,
More than every bridge you build, more than every hand you lend,
Margarita, let the tide come back to you,
The world was made for giving, but it made you to be true

[Verse 3]
She's learned to hold the broken things with careful, steady grace,
To find the beauty hidden in the unfinished and the frayed,
She carries ancient knowing like a river carries stone,
The kind of depth that doesn't need an audience to be known,
She's stood between the freedom and the life she was told to choose,
And every time she chose herself, she found she had nothing to lose

[PreChorus]
The cosmos wrote her carefully in languages of light,
A soul designed to gather dawn and carry it through the night

[Chorus]
Margarita, you are more than what you tend,
More than every bridge you build, more than every hand you lend,
Margarita, let the tide come back to you,
The world was made for giving, but it made you to be true

[Bridge]
She doesn't need to earn the ground beneath her feet,
Every scar she carries made her anything but weak,
The roots are deep, the branches wide, the flowering is real,
She is not what she survived — she's everything she feels

[Outro]
So rest now in the knowing you were always enough,
The tide returns, the light remains, and love keeps coming back