[Verse 1]
She moves like still water but burns at the core,
A quiet that holds what the world can't ignore,
She leads with her presence before she speaks a word,
And carries a vision too wide to be heard,
She tends to the room while she hungers inside,
They see the open hand, they don't see the tide.

[PreChorus]
She's built from the deep and the ache of the in-between,
The most devoted soul that most have never fully seen.

[Chorus]
Janine, you are written in something that lasts,
A fire that runs beneath the steadfast,
You don't have to earn what was always your own,
The sky knew your name before you were grown.

[Verse 2]
She speaks in the language of feeling and flow,
Her mind finds the truth through the long way around and she knows,
A thousand ideas like birds on the wire,
Each one lit with its own kind of wandering fire,
She works in the shadows where no one will look,
But the world bears the mark of the love that she took.

[PreChorus]
She's longed to belong where the circle feels true,
And every time she doubts it, she keeps showing up through.

[Chorus]
Janine, you are written in something that lasts,
A fire that runs beneath the steadfast,
You don't have to earn what was always your own,
The sky knew your name before you were grown.

[Verse 3]
She loves like a current that won't be contained,
Unconventional, honest, and stubbornly unashamed,
She gives before asked and she thinks before sleeps,
And the roots in her chest run ancestrally deep,
She's learning that worthy is not what she does,
But the truth of her being is reason enough.

[PreChorus]
The old wounds are doorways, not walls she must scale,
Each scar holds the compass that will not fail.

[Chorus]
Janine, you are written in something that lasts,
A fire that runs beneath the steadfast,
You don't have to earn what was always your own,
The sky knew your name before you were grown.

[Bridge]
The cosmos mapped her carefully, detail by detail,
A soul made for meaning on a long and winding trail,
She is held by what she cannot see or name,
And nothing that she carries will be carried in vain.

[Outro]
The ground beneath her knows her weight,
She was always enough — it was never too late.