[Verse 1]
There's a stillness in the way you hold the room,
A scale that's always weighing, always true,
You see the angles others miss entirely,
And carry worlds inside you, quietly,
They see the calm, they don't see the tide,
All that depth you've learned to keep inside.

[PreChorus]
But the ocean doesn't shrink to fit the shore,
And you were made for something so much more.

[Chorus]
Written in the balance, born beneath the scale,
Every storm you've weathered left a brighter trail,
You don't need to earn the space that you were given,
You are mapped by stars, and everything is written.

[Verse 2]
You love like something ancient, still, and wide,
All or nothing, nowhere left to hide,
A mind that turns each stone before it settles,
A heart that burns at low flame, forged in metals,
You've worn your wounds so long they feel like skin,
Not knowing they were always doors, not walls to live within.

[PreChorus]
The questions that you carry aren't a flaw,
They're the compass underneath it all.

[Chorus]
Written in the balance, born beneath the scale,
Every storm you've weathered left a brighter trail,
You don't need to earn the space that you were given,
You are mapped by stars, and everything is written.

[Verse 3]
There's a fire moving quietly through your veins,
That acts on truth when others just explain,
You've given grace to everyone around you,
And swallowed doubt before it could surround you,
But the worth you keep on trying to deserve,
Was never something earned — it's what you are.

[PreChorus]
The world you want to heal begins with this:
Letting yourself rest inside the gift.

[Chorus]
Written in the balance, born beneath the scale,
Every storm you've weathered left a brighter trail,
You don't need to earn the space that you were given,
You are mapped by stars, and everything is written.

[Bridge]
The cosmos wrote you carefully, with ink that never fades,
Every wound became a lantern, every doubt became the faith,
You are held inside a pattern older than your fear,
Let the stars remind you — you were always meant to be here.

[Outro]
Not a version you're still working on,
Not a story waiting to be done,
Whole as water, true as morning light,
You were always enough — and you always will be right.