[Verse 1]
A mind that never stops, a thousand threads at once,
Every room she walks in, something new begins to hum,
She sees the whole picture before the paint is dry,
Two thoughts at the same time, both equally alive,
They see the lightness, the wit, the open door,
They don't see the ocean quietly keeping score

[PreChorus]
She holds the world together with her careful hands,
And buries what she's feeling underneath her plans

[Chorus]
This is for Rochelle, who carries more than she shows,
Who tends to every garden while her own quietly grows,
Rochelle, you are the tide and the shore and the deep,
A heart too wide for silence and too real for sleep

[Verse 2]
She learned early that useful meant she earned her place,
So she built her worth in service and she ran at a pace,
Doing it alone behind the scenes without a sound,
The kind of quiet fire that only moves underground,
But that discipline, that showing up, that grinding through the grey,
That's not survival, that's a kind of grace

[PreChorus]
The roots inside her run so deep they touch the bone,
Everything she's built, she built from being thrown

[Chorus]
This is for Rochelle, who carries more than she shows,
Who tends to every garden while her own quietly grows,
Rochelle, you are the tide and the shore and the deep,
A heart too wide for silence and too real for sleep

[Verse 3]
She loves like something ancient and first and brave,
Throws the whole door open, gives before she's saved,
Every scar she carries is a story, not a flaw,
Every wall she's built is proof of what she saw,
She dove headfirst into fire and she'd do it again,
That's not recklessness, that's how she loves without end

[PreChorus]
She wrestled with the shadows growing up from old ground,
And turned them into something the world never found

[Chorus]
This is for Rochelle, who carries more than she shows,
Who tends to every garden while her own quietly grows,
Rochelle, you are the tide and the shore and the deep,
A heart too wide for silence and too real for sleep

[Verse 4]
She never quite belonged and she never quite fit the frame,
But the frame was always too small and the world was glad she came,
There are people who are warmer just from standing in her light,
Ideas that exist because her mind refused the night,
She doesn't need to shrink herself to earn a little room,
The cosmos wrote her carefully, and wrote her to bloom

[PreChorus]
She is not the things she fears or the weight she's had to bear,
She is everything that survived it, whole and rare

[Chorus]
This is for Rochelle, who carries more than she shows,
Who tends to every garden while her own quietly grows,
Rochelle, you are the tide and the shore and the deep,
A heart too wide for silence and too real for sleep

[Bridge]
She doesn't have to earn the right to rest or to receive,
She doesn't have to hold the ceiling just to be believed,
Everything she's looking for, she already keeps inside,
The compass has been pointing home through every turning tide

[Outro]
Rochelle, you are enough, you always were, you always will,
The sky mapped you at morning, and the stars are with you still