[Verse 1]
She carries the weight of a thousand quiet thoughts,
A mind that maps the world before the world is caught,
She speaks like someone who has already seen the end,
And loves like something ancient that the rivers can't bend,
There's a lion in her posture and an ocean in her chest,
She tends to everyone's fire but forgets to tend her rest

[PreChorus]
She's built her whole world on a foundation of care,
A storm wearing the face of someone perfectly there

[Chorus]
Deb, you are the ember and the open sky,
The truth that doesn't flinch, the moon that won't run dry,
Deb, you were written in a language old and wide,
Every scar a doorway, every wound a place to find the light inside

[Verse 2]
She thinks in layers where the ordinary won't go,
She'll read the silence in a room and know what others don't know,
She's held the pieces others dropped without asking for a crown,
She's built her safety brick by brick while wearing the whole town,
They see the warmth, the steady hands, the grace behind the door,
They don't see the girl who's tired of proving she is more

[PreChorus]
But worthy was never something she had to earn,
It lives in how she loves, in how she waits and learns

[Chorus]
Deb, you are the ember and the open sky,
The truth that doesn't flinch, the moon that won't run dry,
Deb, you were written in a language old and wide,
Every scar a doorway, every wound a place to find the light inside

[Verse 3]
She's chased the kind of love that goes all the way down,
Not the surface kind, the kind that doesn't leave when the seas get rough and loud,
She's walked through fire she made beautiful on the way,
She's turned the hardest seasons into something worth the stay,
The stars have always known the shape of what she carries,
A rare and rooted thing that blooms long after winter varies

[PreChorus]
She doesn't need the world to finally understand,
The cosmos wrote her carefully with a deliberate hand

[Chorus]
Deb, you are the ember and the open sky,
The truth that doesn't flinch, the moon that won't run dry,
Deb, you were written in a language old and wide,
Every scar a doorway, every wound a place to find the light inside

[Bridge]
You don't have to hold it all to prove that you belong,
The deepest rivers don't make noise but they have always been strong,
You are enough in the quiet, enough in the fire,
You are the thing the universe has always most admired

[Outro]
So rest now in the knowing that you've always been enough,
Deb, the sky has held your name in light since long before it was rough