[Verse 1]
A mind that moves like wind through open doors,
Collecting every question, hungry for more,
The brightest room still can't contain what's inside,
There's a universe of knowing you carry with pride,
But underneath the laughter and the light that you cast,
Is someone still proving the first wasn't the last,

[PreChorus]
They see the spark, they don't see the weight,
The mountain you've been climbing just to feel adequate,

[Chorus]
But Sandy, you were written in the oldest kind of light,
A soul too full for one sky, too deep for one night,
You don't have to earn what was already true,
The stars bent close and carefully when they made you,

[Verse 2]
You love like someone building shelter from scratch,
Tender and protective, nothing left to chance,
You'd give the warmth right off your bones without a word,
But hold your own heart quiet, hoping to be heard,
You've learned to trust in stages, slowly and in kind,
And every wall you've built has kept you safe inside your mind,

[PreChorus]
But walls were never meant to be a permanent home,
You were made for belonging, not for carrying alone,

[Chorus]
Oh Sandy, you were written in the oldest kind of light,
A soul too full for one sky, too deep for one night,
You don't have to earn what was already true,
The stars bent close and carefully when they made you,

[Verse 3]
You've walked through fire that no one else could see,
And risen quiet, changed, but somehow still more free,
There's a compass buried deep beneath your chest,
That always knew the difference between noise and what is blessed,
The world needs every word your voice has yet to say,
Not the polished version — the real one, unafraid,

[PreChorus]
Your path was never meant to be straight or small,
You were built for wide horizons, built to feel it all,

[Chorus]
Sweet Sandy, you were written in the oldest kind of light,
A soul too full for one sky, too deep for one night,
You don't have to earn what was already true,
The stars bent close and carefully when they made you,

[Bridge]
You are the tide that holds the shore in place,
The quiet strength behind every borrowed grace,
Not too much, not broken — exactly enough,
You are the softest kind of rare, and the bravest kind of tough,

[Outro]
So rest now in what you already are,
Whole and unhurried, a hand-written star,
The cosmos remembered your name from the start,
And mapped all its wisdom straight into your heart,