[Verse 1]
There's a mind like lightning, a mouth like a song,
Always ten conversations deep where others just belong,
A smile that the whole room reads as easy, bright, and free,
But underneath the current runs a Scorpio sea,
They see the wit, the warmth, the way you light a space,
They don't see what you carry when you're somewhere no one's traced

[PreChorus]
You've learned to speak in riddles just to keep the soft parts whole,
But the depth of you is evidence of a rare and ancient soul

[Chorus]
Tara, you were written in a language all your own,
Every contradiction in you building something whole,
The universe was careful with the ink it used on you,
Rare enough to wonder at, and real enough to move

[Verse 2]
You love like a conversation that refuses to go cold,
A curious glance, a shared joke, something playful, something bold,
But behind the easy laughter lives a hunger to go deep,
To find the one who meets you where the shallow waters steep,
You've given more than asked for, worn yourself like armor thin,
Trying to prove your worth to a world already let in

[PreChorus]
The walls you built were wise once, but you don't need them all today,
You were always worth the staying, not the proving, not the chase

[Chorus]
Tara, you were written in a language all your own,
Every contradiction in you building something whole,
The universe was careful with the ink it used on you,
Rare enough to wonder at, and real enough to move

[Verse 3]
There's a fire in you that moved before the world could catch its breath,
And a stillness underneath it that has walked through enough of death,
You've sat with what was broken, turned the wound into a lens,
Learned that transformation isn't where the story ends,
Your presence stirs the room before you've even said a word,
You are not too much, not too loud — you are exactly heard

[PreChorus]
You are allowed to rest now, you are allowed to just be still,
You have already earned the morning on the other side of every hill

[Chorus]
Tara, you were written in a language all your own,
Every contradiction in you building something whole,
The universe was careful with the ink it used on you,
Rare enough to wonder at, and real enough to move

[Bridge]
The cosmos mapped your edges long before you knew your name,
Every ache became a compass, every loss became a flame,
You don't have to fix it all to finally feel complete,
You were whole before the world told you to compete

[Outro]
The stars don't write in accidents, they wrote you wide and true,
There has never been a moment you weren't exactly you,
Rest here, you are held here, you have always been enough