[Verse 1]
She moves like the wind before the storm arrives,
A mind full of lightning and a need to feel alive,
She'll read every room before she walks inside,
Then carry every feeling like a river underground,
She gives before they ask and loves without a sound,
Always building something solid on uncertain ground

[PreChorus]
The world sees the calm but not the current below,
All that restless brilliance with nowhere left to go

[Chorus]
Shannon, you were written by a careful hand,
A soul too wide and honest to be fully planned,
Whole in all your fractures, free in all your fight,
Shannon, you were always made of more than light

[Verse 2]
She thinks in metaphors and feels in shades of deep,
There's a poetic ocean that she rarely lets them see,
The wound she carries quietly — of wondering if she's enough,
Has made her an architect of tenderness and trust,
She's rebuilt her definition of what home is meant to be,
And found it's not a place at all — it lives inside the free

[PreChorus]
She doesn't need to prove it with the weight of what she's done,
Her presence is the argument, her being is the sum

[Chorus]
Shannon, you were written by a careful hand,
A soul too wide and honest to be fully planned,
Whole in all your fractures, free in all your fight,
Shannon, you were always made of more than light

[Verse 3]
She loves like something ancient that refuses to be tamed,
Unconventional and loyal, she won't fit inside a frame,
She's drawn to those who see her as she actually is,
Not the version she performs when the day demands too much,
She holds the people she adores with a quiet, steady touch,
And the truth she's chased across the years was always hers to trust

[PreChorus]
The path was never linear, the map was never clear,
But everything she's built from scratch was worth the cost to be here

[Chorus]
Shannon, you were written by a careful hand,
A soul too wide and honest to be fully planned,
Whole in all your fractures, free in all your fight,
Shannon, you were always made of more than light

[Bridge]
Let the part of you that wandered finally come to rest,
You don't have to keep on earning what you already possess,
The cosmos didn't rush you and the stars don't ask for proof,
You are held in something ancient — and it has always chosen you

[Outro]
So rest inside the knowing, let the reaching go,
Shannon, you were always what the universe called home