[Verse 1]
There's a fire behind the composure you wear,
A mind full of questions, a voice full of care,
You read every room before you walk in the door,
Always giving the world just a little bit more,
They see someone graceful, all steady and bright,
But nobody's clocked all the current inside.

[PreChorus]
You've been trying to hold it together so long,
Mistaking the tension inside you for wrong.

[Chorus]
But you were written in a language that's rare,
Every fracture, every flicker, every layer laid bare,
You don't have to be finished to deserve what you've earned,
You are already the answer to everything you've searched.

[Verse 2]
You love like a conversation that never runs dry,
Like a curious glance, like a reason to try,
You need someone who listens with more than their ears,
Who meets you in laughter and stays through the years,
And the walls you built quietly, stone over stone,
Were never a flaw — they were how you survived on your own.

[PreChorus]
The depth that you carry is not yours to explain,
Every season you've weathered has sharpened your flame.

[Chorus]
But you were written in a language that's rare,
Every fracture, every flicker, every layer laid bare,
You don't have to be finished to deserve what you've earned,
You are already the answer to everything you've searched.

[Verse 3]
There's a wound at the center of wanting to lead,
Of doing the work while the world disagrees,
You've ached to be seen in the place you belong,
So you worked twice as hard and you held your tongue long,
But the quiet authority lives in your bones,
And success built on truth is a thing that you own.

[PreChorus]
You were never too much and you were never too small,
The stars mapped you carefully, edges and all.

[Chorus]
But you were written in a language that's rare,
Every fracture, every flicker, every layer laid bare,
You don't have to be finished to deserve what you've earned,
You are already the answer to everything you've searched.

[Bridge]
The moon knew your name before the world did,
The light in you outlasts every doubt that it hid,
You were built for the depth, for the truth, for the long,
What felt like a wound is the root of your song.

[Outro]
So stand in the full of who you've always been,
The cosmos wrote you clearly — and it meant everything.