[Verse 1]
Two minds alive inside one heart that never rests,
A thousand thoughts at once, yet calm upon the chest,
The kind of soul who reads the room before they speak,
Who holds the world together while pretending not to seek,
There's fire at the door but honey in the voice,
A lion's roar made quiet, like it's almost a choice.

[PreChorus]
They see the surface, easy grace and wit,
They don't see the ocean every word is built to fit.

[Chorus]
Bekka, the cosmos wrote you carefully and true,
Every contradiction is a color only you can do,
You don't need to prove what you already are,
The sky has always known you, you were written in the stars.

[Verse 2]
You love like something ancient, bold and unafraid,
You dive before the water's warm, heart already made,
But trust has been a door that creaks on rusted hinge,
Each time you opened wide, you paid the price of giving,
And still you believe again, that's not a wound, that's will,
That's a river choosing forward even when the banks go still.

[PreChorus]
The walls you built were wisdom, not a prison you designed,
They kept the sacred tender things from those who couldn't find.

[Chorus]
Bekka, the cosmos wrote you carefully and true,
Every contradiction is a color only you can do,
You don't need to prove what you already are,
The sky has always known you, you were written in the stars.

[Verse 3]
You carry what the world forgot to name or hold,
A sensitivity so sharp it cuts right through the cold,
You feel the grief of strangers like it lives beneath your skin,
You absorb what others shed and call it discipline,
That depth is not a burden, it's the rarest kind of gift,
Every soul you've ever touched has felt some kind of lift.

[PreChorus]
The world mistakes your stillness for someone who has less,
They never see the tidal pull inside that quiet chest.

[Chorus]
Bekka, the cosmos wrote you carefully and true,
Every contradiction is a color only you can do,
You don't need to prove what you already are,
The sky has always known you, you were written in the stars.

[Verse 4]
Your worth was never something you could earn or spend,
Not something tied to output, or the message that you send,
You've served and built and carried more than most could know,
And learned the hard way that your value isn't what you show,
The truest thing about you sits beneath the noise,
A quiet kind of knowing — a bone-deep inner poise.

[PreChorus]
You are not what you survive, you're what survived through you,
Every scar became a lantern lighting something new.

[Chorus]
Bekka, the cosmos wrote you carefully and true,
Every contradiction is a color only you can do,
You don't need to prove what you already are,
The sky has always known you, you were written in the stars.

[Bridge]
There is a compass in you pointing somewhere home,
You were never, not for one breath, ever truly alone,
The moon keeps watch, the light bends around your name,
And everything you've loved and lost has led you here the same.

[Outro]
You are guided, you are held, you are enough,
The universe has carried you through every stretch of rough,
Rest here now, in who you are, the becoming's done,
You were whole before the world began — you've always been the one.