[Verse 1]
There's an ocean underneath the stillness that you wear,
A tide that pulls at midnight when there's no one else to share.
You carry other people's weight like it belongs to you,
While the part that needs the tending waits for someone to come through.
You think in memory and feeling, every word weighed like a stone,
A mind that finds the poetry in everything you've known.

[PreChorus]
But they only see the surface, calm and measured on the shore,
Never knowing how the depths of you hold so much more.

[Chorus]
Hold on, Leslie, you are more than what they see,
Rooted like the tide that turns and always finds the sea.
You were written in the water, in the fire, in the air,
A soul the world needs badly — and you're finally getting there.

[Verse 2]
There's a flame that wakes up restless when the morning hasn't cleared,
A heart that moves toward living before logic interferes.
You've built your walls from old wounds wrapped in silence like a coat,
And given love so freely it would fill the deepest moat.
But every scar you've carried was a lesson earning weight,
And every door you've weathered led you somewhere close to great.

[PreChorus]
You don't need to fix the whole world just to prove that you belong,
The searching and the serving — that was you being strong.

[Chorus]
Hold on, Leslie, you are more than what they see,
Rooted like the tide that turns and always finds the sea.
You were written in the water, in the fire, in the air,
A soul the world needs badly — and you're finally getting there.

[Verse 3]
You love the way the ancient rivers love the stone they pass,
Patient, deep, and steady, shaped for something meant to last.
You've chased the wider horizon where the truth lives past the line,
And what you've learned from wandering, you've turned to bread and wine.
The world you're here to shape is one that hasn't asked you yet,
But it will know your name before the sun has fully set.

[PreChorus]
You are not the sum of every place the road ran thin,
The compass has been pointing home — and home has always been within.

[Bridge]
The cosmos mapped your making with an unhurried hand,
Every contradiction part of something grander than you'd planned.
You are not too much, not too little, not too late,
You are exactly, wholly, perfectly what you came here to create.

[Outro]
So rest now in the knowing you were never just enough —
You were always something rare, Leslie, and the world will catch up.