[Verse 1]
There's a woman who moves through the world like a quiet tide,
Who carries whole oceans of feeling she keeps deep inside.
She reads every room before she gives herself away,
Wraps warmth around the ones she loves and asks for nothing in the day.
Monica, you notice things that others never see,
The word left unsaid, the weight behind a smile, the small unspoken need.
You love in acts of service, in the details and the care,
In the way you stay when staying is the hardest thing to bear.

[Pre-Chorus]
But the fire in you isn't quiet — it was never meant to be,
It burns at the center of everything you do and everything you'll be.

[Chorus]
Monica, the stars that built you knew exactly what they made —
A heart that holds its ground like gold that doesn't fade.
Your Venus fell in Virgo, love refined to something true,
No one else has ever loved the way that only you can do.
You are not too much — you were never too much —
You were made for depth, for meaning, for the kind of love that's enough.

[Verse 2]
There's a wound you've carried quietly since before you learned its name,
The feeling that your presence had to prove itself to claim its place.
You worked twice as hard and wondered if the world could really see,
The courage it took just to stand there and say this is me.
Chiron left a mark right at the place the world looks on,
But the healers always carry what they've helped the rest move on from.
Monica, the things that broke you open broke you into light,
The parts you thought were weaknesses became your greatest might.

[Pre-Chorus]
And every wall you built to keep the hurt at bay —
Was also the foundation of the woman you became.

[Chorus]
Monica, the stars that built you knew exactly what they made —
A heart that holds its ground like gold that doesn't fade.
Your Venus fell in Virgo, love refined to something true,
No one else has ever loved the way that only you can do.
You are not too much — you were never too much —
You were made for depth, for meaning, for the kind of love that's enough.

[Verse 3]
You love like you mean it — not loudly, but all the way through,
With Moon and Venus tangled deep, love changes you as you move.
You've felt it rise like something ancient — the kind that rearranges bone,
The kind that makes you wonder if you'll ever come back whole.
There's a piece of you that craves the wild, the unexpected turn,
The part that watches from the doorway while the rest of you burns.
Monica, your heart has held more than most will ever know,
And still you chose to open it — that's the bravest thing to show.

[Pre-Chorus]
What you thought was contradiction is the wholeness of who you are —
Both steady as the earth and restless as a star.

[Chorus]
Monica, the stars that built you knew exactly what they made —
A heart that holds its ground like gold that doesn't fade.
Your Venus fell in Virgo, love refined to something true,
No one else has ever loved the way that only you can do.
You are not too much — you were never too much —
You were made for depth, for meaning, for the kind of love that's enough.

[Verse 4]
The path ahead is wider than the one that brought you here,
North Node in Pisces calling you to trust what you can't engineer.
The part of you that needed every answer in a row —
Is learning now that meaning lives in the places you let go.
Your legacy is not a title, not a name carved into stone,
It's every life you've touched with truth, every seed that you have sown.
Monica, the universe has watched you earn your way to this —
Now it's asking you to open up and step into your gifts.

[Bridge]
There's a grace that's coming — not because you suffered enough,
But because you stayed, because you chose, because you never gave up.
The Pisces tide is rising and it carries something new,
A wider sky, a deeper knowing, room for all of you.
Let the old accounting go — the ledger you've been keeping,
The part of you that's been so long awake is finally allowed to sleep.
Monica, your name is written somewhere you can't quite see —
In the very architecture of what this world will be.

[Chorus]
Monica, the stars that built you knew exactly what they made —
A heart that holds its ground like gold that doesn't fade.
Your Venus fell in Virgo, love refined to something true,
No one else has ever loved the way that only you can do.
You are not too much — you were never too much —
You were made for depth, for meaning, for the kind of love that's enough.

[Outro]
The tide that made you is the tide that carries you home,
Monica — you never had to earn the right to belong.