[Verse 1]
A mind that never settles, always two steps ahead,
She reads between the lines of everything left unsaid,
Collects a thousand questions like they're something to keep,
And wears a calm expression while the currents run deep,
She finds her worth in showing up, in doing the work,
In the quiet kind of service where her real gifts emerge,

[PreChorus]
She's looked for home in others, looked for peace in the crowd,
And only lately learned her own voice is enough out loud,

[Chorus]
Sandy, you were written in a language all your own,
Every road you've wandered was a road toward coming home,
You're the mind that burns at midnight and the grace that holds the day,
You are more than all the roles you've ever given away,

[Verse 2]
She loves like something tidal, like a slow returning wave,
She'll build a shelter out of all the little things she gave,
Reads the room before she enters, feels the shift in the air,
A warmth she keeps on offering though few know how she tears,
She's longed for love that steadies, love that doesn't demand,
And she's learning she was always what she hoped to understand,

[PreChorus]
The heart that craves the harmony she struggled to find,
Was always just a breath away from the peace in her mind,

[Chorus]
Sandy, you were written in a language all your own,
Every road you've wandered was a road toward coming home,
You're the mind that burns at midnight and the grace that holds the day,
You are more than all the roles you've ever given away,

[Verse 3]
There's a wound she's kept so private, the fear she's not enough,
That the fortress she constructed was just proof she wasn't tough,
But every wall she built became a window over time,
Every scar she thought was failure is the evidence she climbed,
She thought she had to earn the right to simply take up space,
But the world is softer, wider, when she shows her actual face,

[PreChorus]
She's carried wisdom far too long without a place to land,
Now the meaning she was chasing was already in her hands,

[Chorus]
Sandy, you were written in a language all your own,
Every road you've wandered was a road toward coming home,
You're the mind that burns at midnight and the grace that holds the day,
You are more than all the roles you've ever given away,

[Verse 4]
She was never meant to stay small in the stories others told,
There's a compass deep inside her and it's pointing toward the bold,
Not the loudest in the room but with a presence that remains,
The kind that holds long after everything familiar wanes,
She moves between the visioned and the grounded, old and new,
And the life she was designed for is the one she's moving through,

[PreChorus]
The cosmos didn't draft her without purpose or design,
Every contradiction in her is a carefully drawn line,

[Chorus]
Sandy, you were written in a language all your own,
Every road you've wandered was a road toward coming home,
You're the mind that burns at midnight and the grace that holds the day,
You are more than all the roles you've ever given away,

[Bridge]
You don't have to keep proving what was never in dispute,
The deepest kind of knowing doesn't ask you to compute,
Let the seeking be the answer, let the journey be the ground,
You were never truly lost, you were always being found,

[Outro]
Sandy, you were written carefully, with ink that doesn't fade,
Every version of you matters, every choice and every trade,
The stars that shaped your story knew exactly what they made.