[Verse 1]
She carries mountains in the quiet of her spine,
Reads the room before she crosses the threshold line,
A mind that maps the future while her hands tend the hearth,
Two tides pulling equal — the head and the heart,
She holds the whole world gently but forgets to hold herself,
There's an ocean running under all that careful, careful calm

[PreChorus]
They see the steady surface and they call her strong,
They don't see how long she's been holding it alone

[Chorus]
You were written by the stars before you knew your name, Lissa,
Every scar you carry is a quiet kind of flame,
The cosmos built you carefully — both the tide and stone,
You are fully, wholly, irreversibly home

[Verse 2]
She loves like something ancient that refuses to be tame,
Needs the freedom of wide skies but comes back just the same,
She gives before she's asked to, reads the hurt beneath the words,
Her compassion is a language that the aching always heard,
She's been the healer in the room since before she knew the cost,
Giving light to every corner till she wonders what she lost

[PreChorus]
But every hand she's held up has been tracing out her worth,
And the roots of her are deeper than she knows

[Chorus]
You were written by the stars before you knew your name, Lissa,
Every scar you carry is a quiet kind of flame,
The cosmos built you carefully — both the tide and stone,
You are fully, wholly, irreversibly home

[Verse 3]
She thinks in constellations, makes a poem of the plain,
She'll turn the same thought thirty ways and still feel the refrain,
That she's somehow not quite finished, not quite worthy of the view,
But the flaw she keeps on searching for is what makes her true,
She was never meant for smallness — not her mind, not her soul,
There's a generation in her bones that came here to make the broken whole

[PreChorus]
The world has felt her quiet long before she spoke,
She doesn't see the imprint that she leaves

[Chorus]
You were written by the stars before you knew your name, Lissa,
Every scar you carry is a quiet kind of flame,
The cosmos built you carefully — both the tide and stone,
You are fully, wholly, irreversibly home

[Bridge]
You don't have to earn the place that was already yours,
You don't have to be the ceiling and the floors,
Let the moon inside you rise without apology,
You are the gift — not just the one who holds the key

[Outro]
The stars that shaped you haven't finished speaking yet,
And everything you are is worth the breath,
Lissa, you are seen — you always were