[Verse 1]
She maps the room before she walks inside,
Counts every exit, measures every tide,
Her hands find order where the chaos hides,
A mind like clockwork, a soul that rides the highs,
She carries questions like lanterns through the night,
Always hunting for the meaning, always reaching for the light

[PreChorus]
They see the surface, calm and carefully arranged,
They don't see the ocean underneath, the depth, the range

[Chorus]
Oh Misty, you're more than they can name,
A wild horizon wrapped in a steady flame,
Every contradiction in you is a gift,
You were written by the sky, every word a perfect rift

[Verse 2]
She loves like something ancient, grand, and true,
Generous with her warmth before it's asked of her to,
But she's ached in the quiet, wondered if she's seen,
Loved so loud for everyone while fading in between,
She's felt her body carry wounds that no one named,
And still she showed up, whole enough, and she stayed

[PreChorus]
There's a compass turning inside her chest,
Pointing toward the truth that she was always enough, already blessed

[Chorus]
Oh Misty, you're more than they can name,
A wild horizon wrapped in a steady flame,
Every contradiction in you is a gift,
You were written by the sky, every word a perfect rift

[Verse 3]
She's walked the edge of who she thought she was supposed to be,
Pulled between the detail and the wide-open sea,
A hunger for the horizon and a need to understand,
Building something lasting with her careful, knowing hands,
She tried to earn her place in rooms that owed her nothing less,
But her worth was never something she was meant to prove or test

[PreChorus]
The universe laid down her path before she knew her name,
She doesn't have to run anymore, she was always in the flame

[Chorus]
Oh Misty, you're more than they can name,
A wild horizon wrapped in a steady flame,
Every contradiction in you is a gift,
You were written by the sky, every word a perfect rift

[Bridge]
Let the seeker rest, let the fixer breathe,
You don't have to hold the whole world up to believe,
You are the proof that tender things can lead,
The cosmos wrote you carefully, and planted you like seed

[Outro]
She is the stillness and the search combined,
A depth that no one fully maps or finds,
Guided, held, and finally coming home,
She was never, ever walking this alone