[Verse 1]
There's a current underneath the still you show the world,
An ocean of perception deep inside you, furled,
You read the room before you've crossed the threshold of the door,
You sense the truth in silence, what the surface can't ignore,
They see the calm, they don't see the tide,
All the maps you've drawn of every wound you hide

[PreChorus]
But the depth you carry is not a weight to bear,
It's the reason everything you touch has meaning there

[Chorus]
You are ancient water finding its own way,
You are steady fire that was built to stay,
You don't have to bleed to prove that you belong,
Every quiet layer is where you got strong

[Verse 2]
You've guarded what you love with both your hands and bone,
Rebuilt the walls of home each time the rafters were blown,
You've had to learn which voices earned the truth inside your chest,
You've given more than asked and still convinced yourself you gave the less,
That hunger to be heard was never weakness in disguise,
It was wisdom asking the world to look you in the eyes

[PreChorus]
The words you chose so carefully were always worth the air,
Your voice was never too much — it was rare

[Chorus]
You are ancient water finding its own way,
You are steady fire that was built to stay,
You don't have to bleed to prove that you belong,
Every quiet layer is where you got strong

[Verse 3]
You love like something honest that refuses to be small,
You need the open horizon or you don't love at all,
You've asked if showing up was ever truly enough,
If being soft and certain at once could both be called tough,
The answer lives inside the way you never once looked back,
Every road you walked with purpose laid the stone beneath the track

[PreChorus]
The compass always pointed somewhere true and wide,
That pull toward something greater — that was never just your pride

[Chorus]
You are ancient water finding its own way,
You are steady fire that was built to stay,
You don't have to bleed to prove that you belong,
Every quiet layer is where you got strong

[Bridge]
The sky was written carefully the night you came to be,
Not as a thing to suffer but a soul designed to see,
The world needs what you carry — that rare and tender grit,
You were not made to shrink yourself until the edges fit

[Outro]
You are held by something older than the doubts you've known,
Every scar a seed, every silence fully grown,
You are enough — not someday, not when you've arrived,
You always were — from the very first night you survived