[Verse 1]
She moves through rooms like water finding form,
A stillness on the surface, but beneath — a storm
She dreams in colors no one else can name,
And feels the weight of worlds that never called her name
She gives before she's asked, she holds before she breaks,
A heart that loves so wide it aches

[PreChorus]
They see the calm, they miss the tide,
All those oceans she carries inside

[Chorus]
Suzanne, you are the deep and the shore,
The quiet kind of strength that the world is hungry for
You don't have to earn what was already true —
The stars wrote something rare the day they wrote you

[Verse 2]
She built her walls with careful hands and good intent,
Told herself that needing things meant something bent
Her mind moves fast through futures no one's mapped,
A visionary heart inside a world that can't keep up
She loves like something ancient, wide and free,
But sometimes wonders if she's worth the love she needs

[PreChorus]
The wound she hides became the wisdom she holds,
Every scar a line in a story worth being told

[Chorus]
Suzanne, you are the deep and the shore,
The quiet kind of strength that the world is hungry for
You don't have to earn what was already true —
The stars wrote something rare the day they wrote you

[Verse 3]
There's a compass in her chest that points toward meaning,
Past the noise and through the long nights of her grieving
She questions every map but makes her own,
Finds the sacred in the silence and calls it home
She's learning that her worth was never up for proof —
That being here, unguarded, is the bravest thing she'll do

[PreChorus]
The universe conspired with uncommon care,
To place that kind of soul exactly there

[Chorus]
Suzanne, you are the deep and the shore,
The quiet kind of strength that the world is hungry for
You don't have to earn what was already true —
The stars wrote something rare the day they wrote you

[Bridge]
Let the tide come in, let the armor rest,
What you've carried alone would have broken the rest
You were never lost, you were always becoming —
And everything you are is worth the running

[Outro]
The cosmos mapped you carefully, with ink that holds,
Suzanne — you were always whole