[Verse 1]
She reads the room before a word is said
A thousand fathoms deep inside her head
Still waters with an undertow below
Calm on the surface, tidal in the soul
She carries what she's seen but never shown
A gift for finding truth where others won't go

[PreChorus]
She's built her life on more than what appears
Turned every hidden wound into her years

[Chorus]
Kimberly, the cosmos wrote you carefully
A Scorpio heart and a sky that won't stay still
You were made for depth, for dawn, for something real
You are seen, you are known, you are more than enough

[Verse 2]
She loves like open country, wide and free
Needs room to breathe but roots her loyalty
Gives generously before she's ever asked
Then wonders why she always wears the mask
The quest inside her never lets her rest
She chases meaning like it's due north in her chest

[PreChorus]
That restless fire isn't fear of standing still
It's the part of her that knows there's more to fill

[Chorus]
Kimberly, the cosmos wrote you carefully
A wandering moon and a vision years ahead
You were built to lead with grace and bend not break
You are seen, you are known, you are more than enough

[Verse 3]
She stood apart when standing in was easier
Felt the ache of rooms that couldn't hold her
Learned early that the world rewards the quiet kind
So she kept the revolution deep inside
But every scar became a kind of compass rose
And every door she opened, something new arose

[PreChorus]
The world she's building isn't made of borrowed light
She's her own lantern burning through the night

[Chorus]
Kimberly, the cosmos wrote you carefully
Aquarius rising, teaching what it means to soar
You were woven from the stars that don't burn out
You are seen, you are known, you are more than enough

[Bridge]
She doesn't need to earn the ground beneath her feet
The depth she brings is not a flaw, it's not defeat
The universe has held her name since long before
She is already everything she's searching for

[Outro]
So rest now in the knowing you've always been complete
Every current, every fire, every grace
The sky still holds the map of what you're meant to be
And it was always, always pointing home