[Verse 1]
A mind like weather, always shifting lanes,
Two truths at once running through her veins,
She reads a room before she speaks a word,
Catches every frequency, every note unheard,
She gives before she's asked and asks for nothing back,
Carrying quiet weight along an unmarked track

[PreChorus]
They see the light she offers, not the tides she hides,
All those currents running restless deep inside

[Chorus]
She is written in the language of the wind and waves,
Every word she holds is holy, every gift she gives is brave,
She doesn't need to prove the depth that lives beneath the surface,
She was born already worthy, she already has her purpose

[Verse 2]
She thinks in rivers, speaks in careful streams,
Her heart translates what nobody else can read between,
She'll build a home inside a conversation,
Love you like a shelter, not a destination,
But sometimes when the warmth she gives returns too cold,
She tucks the tender parts of her somewhere to fold

[PreChorus]
She's still learning she deserves the love she freely gives,
That the whole of her is worthy just by how she lives

[Chorus]
She is written in the language of the wind and waves,
Every word she holds is holy, every gift she gives is brave,
She doesn't need to prove the depth that lives beneath the surface,
She was born already worthy, she already has her purpose

[Verse 3]
There's a fire she keeps quiet underneath her calm,
An arrow always pointed toward the wide and unbegun,
She's carried burdens no one ever thought to ask about,
Transformed them into wisdom, turned the silence inside out,
The world mistook her softness for a thing that could be moved,
But she's built from what endures, and there is nothing left to prove

[PreChorus]
She's the archer and the arrow and the sky she's flying through,
Every scar became a compass pointing somewhere new

[Chorus]
She is written in the language of the wind and waves,
Every word she holds is holy, every gift she gives is brave,
She doesn't need to prove the depth that lives beneath the surface,
She was born already worthy, she already has her purpose

[Bridge]
The stars were in agreement on the night she came to be,
A soul too wide for any single version they could see,
Let her be the contradiction, let her be the open door,
She was never meant to fit — she was always meant for more

[Outro]
She is held by more than she has ever known,
Every road she's walked has only led her home,
The cosmos wrote her carefully, with ink that never fades,
She is all of it — the night, the fire, and the breaking day