[Verse 1]
She speaks in questions, lives in open sky,
A mind that maps the world and wonders why,
She tells the truth before she thinks to flinch,
Not cruelty — just a soul that won't half-inch,
She's built of fire and restless, searching thought,
A compass always turning, never caught

[PreChorus]
But underneath the wanderer's easy grin,
There's an ocean running deep, deep within

[Chorus]
Hold your ground, Barbara, you were made to last,
You carry all your futures and you've outrun your past,
The cosmos wrote you carefully in ink that never fades,
You are every bit enough in all your changing shades

[Verse 2]
She loves like something ancient, fierce, and whole,
Not casual — she's after your soul,
She gives before you ask, she holds the line,
Devout in her devotion, by design,
But love has left its bruises, left its ache,
She's learned what she'll protect and what to take

[PreChorus]
Still she opens like a door, not a wall,
She'd rather risk the breaking than not love at all

[Chorus]
Hold your ground, Barbara, you were made to last,
You carry all your futures and you've outrun your past,
The cosmos wrote you carefully in ink that never fades,
You are every bit enough in all your changing shades

[Verse 3]
She's worn the weight of fixing what was cracked,
Of building something safe from what she lacked,
That hunger wasn't weakness — it was proof,
That she could raise her own walls, her own roof,
And every storm she quietly survived,
Became the very thing that kept her alive

[PreChorus]
The world saw the stillness, not the tide,
All those currents, all that power — running inside

[Chorus]
Hold your ground, Barbara, you were made to last,
You carry all your futures and you've outrun your past,
The cosmos wrote you carefully in ink that never fades,
You are every bit enough in all your changing shades

[Bridge]
You don't need to earn the light you already hold,
Every scar became a story, every wound became gold,
The universe has been watching every move you've made,
And nothing that you've carried has ever gone to waste

[Outro]
So rest in who you are — no more, no less,
Barbara, you were always worth this,
The stars don't make mistakes — and neither did they,
When they made you exactly this way