[Verse 1]
There's a fire in the way you walk into a room,
A quiet kind of gravity that swallows up the gloom,
You speak and something shifts — the air knows what you mean,
You're the calm that holds the center of everything unseen,
But underneath that steady light, a tide pulls deep and wide,
An ocean full of longing that you've learned to keep inside

[PreChorus]
You've been carrying so much that was never yours to hold,
Every crack just made you richer, every wound made you bold

[Chorus]
You are written in the fire and the tide,
Something ancient, something restless, something wide,
You don't need to prove a single thing you are,
The sky already knows — you were born a certain kind of star

[Verse 2]
You love like shelter — quiet, deep, and patient as the earth,
A warmth that asks for nothing while it's proving someone's worth,
You tuck the tender parts of you behind a door that locks,
Afraid the ones you let in might dismantle all your blocks,
But that devotion running through you is no ordinary thing,
It's the kind of love that builds a home out of everything

[PreChorus]
You've swung between the hunger and the need to close the gate,
But both are you completely — and both sides carry weight

[Chorus]
You are written in the fire and the tide,
Something ancient, something restless, something wide,
You don't need to prove a single thing you are,
The sky already knows — you were born a certain kind of star

[Verse 3]
There's a philosopher who wanders through the halls of your mind,
Always asking bigger questions, always leaving maps behind,
A restlessness that isn't emptiness — it's hunger for the true,
Every horizon just a doorway to a deeper part of you,
And that mind that moves like lightning through a hundred open doors,
Is the very thing the world needs — every question, every more

[PreChorus]
You've wondered if your presence changes anything at all,
But the ones still standing with you know your name before you call

[Chorus]
You are written in the fire and the tide,
Something ancient, something restless, something wide,
You don't need to prove a single thing you are,
The sky already knows — you were born a certain kind of star

[Verse 4]
There's a quiet kind of power in the service that you give,
In the way you build and mend and make the everyday a way to live,
You've worked so hard to earn the space you should have always owned,
Now it's time to let the harvest find you — you have already sown,
The world gets softer in your hands, it bends beneath your care,
And the life you've slowly shaped from scratch is something rare

[PreChorus]
You are not behind, you are not lost, you are not too late,
Everything that shaped you was already building something great

[Bridge]
Let the searching be the answer, let the longing be the road,
Let the depth of you be restful, not a weight you have to hold,
You were made for more than proving — you were made to simply be,
And the truest thing about you is already running free

[Outro]
The cosmos wrote you carefully, with ink that doesn't fade,
Every scar a constellation from the path that you have made,
You are guided, you are held, you have always been enough,
The stars decided long ago — and they decided love