[Verse 1]
She carries the earth in the palms of her hands,
Still waters that run to the place no one understands,
She speaks in a hush and she listens like rain,
A mind full of light and a heart built for pain,
They see the steady ground, they don't see the tide,
All those fathomless currents she's learning to guide,

[PreChorus]
She was made from the quiet and the wildfire both,
A soul that keeps growing like rings under oak,

[Chorus]
Rooted and reaching, she holds and she bends,
The kind of rare courage that never pretends,
She's enough in the stillness, she's enough in the storm,
She was written in starlight before she was born,

[Verse 2]
She loves like a spark thrown straight into the dark,
Bold enough to begin and brave enough to fall apart,
She guards those she cherishes down to the bone,
But carries her own quiet battles alone,
That ache of not knowing if she's truly been seen,
Is the very same depth that has made her so free,

[PreChorus]
She was made from the dreaming and the discipline too,
A compass already pointing her home to what's true,

[Chorus]
Rooted and reaching, she holds and she bends,
The kind of rare courage that never pretends,
She's enough in the stillness, she's enough in the storm,
She was written in starlight before she was born,

[Verse 3]
She's learning that giving herself doesn't mean giving away,
That the world needs what she carries and she doesn't have to repay,
The alchemist hiding in the marrow of her days,
Is already turning every shadow into grace,
She's not the sum of every doubt that crept in overnight,
She's the slow, faithful bloom that keeps turning toward the light,

[PreChorus]
She was made for the depth that most people won't chase,
Every wound she has weathered left wisdom in its place,

[Chorus]
Rooted and reaching, she holds and she bends,
The kind of rare courage that never pretends,
She's enough in the stillness, she's enough in the storm,
She was written in starlight before she was born,

[Bridge]
The moon keeps a record of all she has felt,
Every hand she has held and every card she was dealt,
She doesn't have to earn the ground beneath her feet,
She was whole before she knew it, she was whole, she's complete,

[Outro]
Rooted and reaching, still tender, still true,
The cosmos wrote carefully when it was writing her through,