[Verse 1]
She moves like fire that decided it could think,
All spark and nerve, but softer than you'd think,
A mind that holds the thunder and the rain,
That turns the maze of feeling into plain,
She reads the room before the room has formed,
Born out of stillness into something stormed

[PreChorus]
She's always giving more than she receives,
Learning now her own roots are what she needs

[Chorus]
Megan, you are written in the oldest light,
A quiet revolution burning bright,
You don't have to earn the ground beneath your feet,
You were already whole before the world could speak

[Verse 2]
She builds her love like stone laid one by one,
Not quick to open, but when she does — undone,
She gives her loyalty like bread, like warmth, like home,
But holds the deepest part of her alone,
And every wall she built was once a wound,
A tender place that learned to hold the room

[PreChorus]
She's carried more than anyone has seen,
And still she shows up, steady, whole, and clean

[Chorus]
Megan, you are written in the oldest light,
A quiet revolution burning bright,
You don't have to earn the ground beneath your feet,
You were already whole before the world could speak

[Verse 3]
Her words arrive like rivers finding shore,
She speaks in images and something more,
A dreamer with a spine of ancient stone,
Who maps the stars but still feels most alone,
The ache of being heard but not quite known,
That wound became the bridge she learned to own

[PreChorus]
She's not too much — she's everything she'll need,
A wild and careful thing, a planted seed

[Chorus]
Megan, you are written in the oldest light,
A quiet revolution burning bright,
You don't have to earn the ground beneath your feet,
You were already whole before the world could speak

[Verse 4]
The part of her that wrestles and resets,
That rises out of fire without regrets,
Is not a flaw — it's thunder learning form,
The calm that's only earned by riding storms,
She's learning now to let herself be found,
To claim her worth without apology or sound

[PreChorus]
The world was shaped to hold someone like her,
And every step she takes is pulling her nearer

[Bridge]
She is the question and the answered prayer,
The steady hum that fills the open air,
What she carries is not burden — it's her light,
The cosmos wrote her carefully and right

[Chorus]
Megan, you are written in the oldest light,
A quiet revolution burning bright,
You don't have to earn the ground beneath your feet,
You were already whole before the world could speak

[Outro]
She always was enough, she always knew,
The sky just needed time to show her too,
She always was enough