[Verse 1]
She stands like something rooted, quiet and unshaken,
A stillness at the surface, depth nobody's taken,
She carries what she's weathered like the rings inside a tree,
The calm they see is only half of all she'll ever be,
There's a tide beneath the patience, running ancient, running wide,
And the whole of who she is lives on the inside.

[PreChorus]
She's built from fire and from stone and from the sea,
The world calls it composure — she calls it survival, quietly.

[Chorus]
Here's to you, Mary, still standing in the storm,
Every scar you carry is the place you were reborn,
You are rooted and rising, you are tender and bold,
Mary, you are more than you've been told.

[Verse 2]
She loves like a deep conversation, never halfway in,
Wit and warmth and wonder, where the trusting can begin,
She needs a hand that's honest, and a heart that doesn't lie,
Someone who can hold the space when she lets the walls subside,
She gives before she's asked for it, she lights the room with ease,
And still she keeps the deepest parts for her alone to breathe.

[PreChorus]
She's felt the pull of home and the pull of something far,
The ache of holding both at once — that's the map of who you are.

[Chorus]
Here's to you, Mary, still standing in the storm,
Every scar you carry is the place you were reborn,
You are rooted and rising, you are tender and bold,
Mary, you are more than you've been told.

[Verse 3]
She's questioned every answer and she's searched without a map,
She's learned the world won't hold her if she lives inside a gap,
The restlessness that haunts her is a compass, not a wound,
A hunger for the truest thing beneath the sun and moon,
She was never meant to fit — she was made to understand
The kind of truth that only comes from walking through unplanned.

[PreChorus]
She doesn't have to prove the depth that lives behind her eyes,
The universe already knows what's written in her rise.

[Chorus]
Here's to you, Mary, still standing in the storm,
Every scar you carry is the place you were reborn,
You are rooted and rising, you are tender and bold,
Mary, you are more than you've been told.

[Bridge]
You don't have to be anything other than this,
The wholeness you've been chasing, love, was never what you missed,
The cosmos wrote you carefully with ink that doesn't fade,
You are exactly, entirely, what you were made.

[Outro]
So rest now in the knowing, let the stars confirm,
Everything you've carried is exactly what you've earned,
Mary, you are enough — you always were.