[Verse 1]
She holds the earth like something she was born to tend,
Patient and unshakeable, devoted to the end,
There's a fire underneath the calm she rarely shows,
A bolt of lightning living where the garden grows,
She carries what she's given and she gives without a score,
A quiet kind of courage people never quite explore

[PreChorus]
They see the stillness, not the storm she's carried through,
They see the surface, never all the depths of you

[Chorus]
Belinda, you were written in the oldest light,
A steady flame that burns through the longest night,
You don't need to earn the ground beneath your feet,
You were whole before the world told you incomplete

[Verse 2]
She's searched the sky for meaning since before she knew the word,
A restless soul with questions that deserve to be heard,
She pours herself in service, in the small and careful things,
While somewhere in the distance, something larger calls and sings,
She keeps the truth inside her like a letter never sent,
But every word she holds back is a world of what she meant

[PreChorus]
They see the helper, not the hunger deep inside,
They see the giving, not the longing she carries wide

[Chorus]
Belinda, you were written in the oldest light,
A steady flame that burns through the longest night,
You don't need to earn the ground beneath your feet,
You were whole before the world told you incomplete

[Verse 3]
She's built her worth on proving what the doubting voices said,
Replanting the same garden on the ruins of the dead,
But she's a source of healing for the roots that came before,
The one who breaks the pattern, who unlocks the buried door,
She loves like something ancient, like the tide that doesn't ask,
And the bravest thing she's done is slowly shed the mask

[PreChorus]
She's mapped her scars and called them evidence of grace,
She's learning now to let the light land on her face

[Chorus]
Belinda, you were written in the oldest light,
A steady flame that burns through the longest night,
You don't need to earn the ground beneath your feet,
You were whole before the world told you incomplete

[Bridge]
The horizon keeps on calling and she knows the way,
She was made for more than fitting in the lines they drew today,
Her purpose isn't perfect, it's just present and it's true,
The cosmos carved a place that only she could walk into

[Outro]
She is guided, she is held, she is more than enough,
Every tender thing she carries is her power, not her rough,
The stars don't make mistakes, and neither did they here,
She was written to be exactly who she is, right here