[Verse 1]
There's a mind that never settles, always catching new light,
Two thoughts running parallel, both of them right,
A softness underneath the wit nobody gets to hold,
An ocean running quiet beneath everything you're told,
You feel the room before you enter, read what words won't say,
And carry what you've sensed for years like weather in your veins

[PreChorus]
They see the spark, they miss the sea,
All that depth you hold so carefully

[Chorus]
Cassandra, you are written in the tide,
Every contradiction is a gift they couldn't find,
You don't have to shrink the parts that don't fit neat,
You are whole in every version, you are something to keep

[Verse 2]
You love like something patient, like a root that won't let go,
You give before they ask you, in the quiet way you show,
But there's a door inside your chest you rarely open wide,
A fear that being truly known means nowhere left to hide,
You've held the weight of others while your own went unnamed,
And called it love when really it was worth you hadn't claimed

[PreChorus]
They see the giving, miss the ache,
The tides you turn for everyone else's sake

[Chorus]
Cassandra, you are written in the tide,
Every contradiction is a gift they couldn't find,
You don't have to shrink the parts that don't fit neat,
You are whole in every version, you are something to keep

[Verse 3]
The roots of you run darker than the face you bring to day,
You've excavated family rooms to find what's yours to weigh,
That fire in you rises when it's finally time to build,
Not for the eye of anyone but something deeper stilled,
You've walked through cycles no one saw and surfaced every time,
What looked like falling was the way you learned to re-align

[PreChorus]
They see the calm, they miss the forge,
The transformation quietly kept at your core

[Chorus]
Cassandra, you are written in the tide,
Every contradiction is a gift they couldn't find,
You don't have to shrink the parts that don't fit neat,
You are whole in every version, you are something to keep

[Verse 4]
Your calling lives in circles, in the people, in the cause,
You think in futures, speak in bridges, pause at beauty's doors,
There's something sacred in the way you dream and then you do,
Vision dressed in discipline and grace that carries through,
You are not too much, you are not too soft, not too wide,
You are exactly the proportion meant to hold this life

[PreChorus]
The cosmos wrote you carefully, with ink that holds,
A rare and necessary kind of soul

[Bridge]
Let the tides inside you count as ground,
Let the depth you carry make a sound,
You are not the wound, you are what grew,
The world needs all the weight of you

[Outro]
Cassandra, rest in what you are,
Every scar a lantern, every loss a star,
The universe mapped this, knew it from the start,
You were always enough, you were always the art