[Verse 1]
There's a mind that never rests behind those steady eyes,
A lionheart who measures every word before it flies,
You read between the lines of what the room refuses to say,
You've carried questions no one else could hold this way,
They see the warmth, the grace, the easy golden light,
But not the undercurrent running deep at night,

[PreChorus]
You've been searching for a truth that fits your bones,
Building something real from everything you've known,

[Chorus]
You are the fire and the tide and the space between,
Jenny, you are every layer of what depth can mean,
The cosmos didn't write you lightly, didn't write you small,
You were made for all of it — the rising and the fall,

[Verse 2]
You love like it's a covenant, like loyalty is law,
You give before you're asked and feel the giving in your core,
But underneath the harmony you've held so carefully,
There's a longing to be loved exactly as you need to be,
You've bent yourself to balance when you should have stood your ground,
And still you kept on giving to the ones you gathered 'round,

[PreChorus]
The beauty that you offer doesn't need to be earned,
What you pour into the world is something you deserve returned,

[Chorus]
You are the fire and the tide and the space between,
Jenny, you are every layer of what depth can mean,
The cosmos didn't write you lightly, didn't write you small,
You were made for all of it — the rising and the fall,

[Verse 3]
There's a restlessness in you that lives outside the frame,
A wildness dressed in elegance that never could be tamed,
You've felt the ache of not quite fitting systems built for less,
And turned that hollow feeling into something you expressed,
The wounds that couldn't name themselves became the map you drew,
The searching was the sacred thing — and it was always you,

[PreChorus]
You don't need a doctrine or a borrowed creed to stand,
The truth you built in broken places fits right in your hand,

[Chorus]
You are the fire and the tide and the space between,
Jenny, you are every layer of what depth can mean,
The cosmos didn't write you lightly, didn't write you small,
You were made for all of it — the rising and the fall,

[Bridge]
Let the inner critic rest, it has earned its long release,
Every scar became a story, every storm became your peace,
You were never too much or too little — you were right,
A whole and holy universe of complicated light,

[Outro]
The stars held still the night you came and haven't moved the same,
Jenny, you were always enough — you always were the flame,