[Verse 1]
She sees every crack before the wall comes down,
Counts the cost of every word before the sound,
A mind like a compass, precise and awake,
Noticing everything the careless ones miss or mistake,
Behind the quiet surface runs an ocean floor,
A whole world of searching always wanting more

[PreChorus]
She keeps the fire inside where no one sees,
A horizon she's been chasing since she learned to breathe

[Chorus]
Mia, you were written in a careful hand,
Every detail of you part of a grander plan,
The order that you carry is a kind of grace,
And the whole sky knows it loves you in your rightful place

[Verse 2]
She's been the steady ground beneath someone else's feet,
Given warmth like it was water, given love like it was heat,
And the wounds that came from trusting what the heart believed
Still live quiet in the places no one's ever seen,
But every scar became a compass pointing home,
And the ones who truly saw her, she was never alone

[PreChorus]
She holds the roots and reaches for the open sky,
The contradiction in her is exactly why she flies

[Chorus]
Mia, you were written in a careful hand,
Every detail of you part of a grander plan,
The order that you carry is a kind of grace,
And the whole sky knows it loves you in your rightful place

[Verse 3]
There's a question she keeps folded underneath her breath,
About meaning, about belonging, about what matters past the rest,
She's been healer, she's been seeker, she's been keeper of the flame,
She's rebuilding in the silence what the seasons can't reclaim,
The world has felt her quietly rearranging all its parts,
There's a cathedral she's been building from the rooms inside her heart

[PreChorus]
She doesn't need permission to be whole and true,
Everything she's carried has been leading her right through

[Chorus]
Mia, you were written in a careful hand,
Every detail of you part of a grander plan,
The order that you carry is a kind of grace,
And the whole sky knows it loves you in your rightful place

[Bridge]
The cosmos doesn't make mistakes when it makes someone like this,
Every fracture was a doorway, every doubt a chrysalis,
She was built for depth and beauty and the long unhurried road,
And she's always been enough, she's always been enough to hold

[Outro]
You were mapped before the morning, written into light,
Every careful piece of you was always, already right