[Verse 1]
There's a mountain in the making where you stand alone at night,
A stillness in your posture that the careless read as cold,
But underneath the structure runs a current warm and bright,
A home-built from the inside where the fiercest love is told,
You carry what most people couldn't name and wouldn't hold,
The weight of ancient knowing pressed like iron into gold

[PreChorus]
They see the surface, calm and grey,
They don't see the ocean underneath the stray

[Chorus]
You are the roots that crack the stone to reach the light,
The tide that pulls at midnight and recedes before the fight,
Built from the kind of aching that refines instead of breaks,
You were written by the darkness and the dawn that it creates

[Verse 2]
You love like something that was built and not just handed down,
Slow to open, but devotion runs cathedral-deep inside,
You test the ground before you cross and question every sound,
Not from fear alone but from the wisdom learned through pride,
That all-or-nothing feeling you have learned to keep so close,
Is not a wound but armour for the ones who need you most

[PreChorus]
They want the warmth but not the storm you keep,
They'll never know the tides that pull beneath your sleep

[Chorus]
You are the roots that crack the stone to reach the light,
The tide that pulls at midnight and recedes before the fight,
Built from the kind of aching that refines instead of breaks,
You were written by the darkness and the dawn that it creates

[Verse 3]
There's a mind that never rests until the crooked thing is straight,
A hunger for a world that works with justice at its core,
You've felt the sting of standing at the edge of something great,
And wondered if your vision was too heavy to restore,
But every time you questioned it the ground refused to yield,
What you thought was isolation was a compass and a shield

[PreChorus]
You don't need the world to name what you already know,
The proof was always burning in the marrow, in the bone

[Chorus]
You are the roots that crack the stone to reach the light,
The tide that pulls at midnight and recedes before the fight,
Built from the kind of aching that refines instead of breaks,
You were written by the darkness and the dawn that it creates

[Bridge]
The cosmos didn't make you for the ordinary road,
Every scar a chapter in a legacy of stone,
You were always strong enough to carry every load,
You were never, not even once, truly alone

[Outro]
So let the dark cathedral of your chest ring clear and wide,
The world was made more honest just by having you inside,
You are the roots, the tide, the gold refined by what you've known,
You were never lost — you were always finding your way home