[Verse 1]
She maps the details others always miss,
A mind that turns the world to analysis,
But underneath the order, tides run deep,
A dreamer's ocean she was born to keep,
She carries both the compass and the wave,
The endless sky above, the quiet cave

[PreChorus]
She's spent so long making sure the edges hold,
Not knowing that the trembling is the gold

[Chorus]
Vicky, you were written by the light,
Half precision, half a Pisces tide,
The archer in you always finds a way,
You don't need to earn your right to stay

[Verse 2]
She's loved like something ancient, wide, and true,
All or nothing — she has never done it halfway through,
She gives before she's asked and guards her scars,
Afraid her tenderness won't travel far,
But every wound became a map of where she'd been,
And every wall she built became a door to somewhere deeper in

[PreChorus]
She's questioned if her voice lands where it's meant,
Not knowing every word she speaks is heaven-sent

[Chorus]
Vicky, you were written by the light,
Half precision, half a Pisces tide,
The archer in you always finds a way,
You don't need to earn your right to stay

[Verse 3]
She seeks the truth in everything she finds,
A wanderer with philosophers and unquiet minds,
The kind who pulls the thread until it shows,
What hides beneath the surface, only she knows,
She's been reborn in ways no one has seen,
And quietly become what she was always meant to be

[PreChorus]
The universe wrote her slowly, carefully, and true,
There is no one living who was built the way she's built

[Chorus]
Vicky, you were written by the light,
Half precision, half a Pisces tide,
The archer in you always finds a way,
You don't need to earn your right to stay

[Bridge]
She doesn't need to be the storm to matter here,
Her quiet is a power that the world should hold most dear,
She's carried depths that would have drowned a lesser soul,
And every part of who she is has always been enough, is whole

[Outro]
The stars aligned to make this one,
Specific, rare, completely done,
She was never lost — she was becoming,
And everything she is, is worth the loving