[Verse 1]
There's an ocean underneath the calm she keeps
A tide that pulls at everything while the surface sleeps
She reads a room before she speaks a word
Feels everything so loudly that it goes unheard
She holds the world together with a quiet hand
And wonders why she's tired when she always has a plan

[PreChorus]
They see the steadiness, they miss the undertow
The depth she carries everywhere she goes

[Chorus]
Lynn, you were written in the pull of the moon
A heart that blooms in summer and aches in the room
You are the tide that returns and the shore that holds
Lynn, you were made of something deep and old

[Verse 2]
She loves with conversation, with a well-timed laugh
With questions that cut gently right down through the half
She gives before she's asked and then she gives some more
Then wonders why she's standing at an empty door
She wants the kind of love that meets her mind and stays
One that finds her curious and doesn't look away

[PreChorus]
The walls she builds are monuments to all she's felt
Not barriers, but altars where old wounds have knelt

[Chorus]
Lynn, you were written in the pull of the moon
A heart that blooms in summer and aches in the room
You are the tide that returns and the shore that holds
Lynn, you were made of something deep and old

[Verse 3]
She works in quiet corners where no one sees the cost
Rebuilding something broken, counting nothing lost
Her hands are always reaching for a better way
A mind that won't stop turning at the end of day
But every crack she's mended was a door she found
And everything she's carried brought her closer to the ground

[PreChorus]
The world she tends so carefully is waiting on her too
There's nothing left to earn here — she's already come through

[Chorus]
Lynn, you were written in the pull of the moon
A heart that blooms in summer and aches in the room
You are the tide that returns and the shore that holds
Lynn, you were made of something deep and old

[Bridge]
She doesn't need to fix herself to finally belong
The things she calls her fractures were the making of the song
The compass always pointed to the place she's always been
Home is not a destination — home lives within

[Outro]
Lynn, you are enough in the skin that you're in
The moon has always known you, let the light begin
You were never lost — you were always on your way home