[Verse 1]
There's a fire that moves before the world can catch up
A quiet tide that rises when the day fills her cup
She leads from the front but feels everything deep
A whole ocean running under the calm she keeps
She speaks in metaphor, in image, in grace
A poet's mind behind a pioneer's face

[PreChorus]
She carries more than anyone can see
A thousand tides beneath her serenity

[Chorus]
Diane, you are made of both the flame and the sea
The boldest kind of tender, the deepest kind of free
You've built a world worth living in with these two hands
Diane, the stars didn't guess at you — they made careful plans

[Verse 2]
She loves like something ancient that refuses to end
She sees the best in people long before they can begin
She's given warmth to strangers and held space through the night
But learned the hardest lesson — she deserves her own light
There were rooms where trust got broken, where she stood alone
But every wall she's ever built became a stepping stone

[PreChorus]
The tide inside her isn't weakness, it's her root
The depth that scared her most has always been her truth

[Chorus]
Diane, you are made of both the flame and the sea
The boldest kind of tender, the deepest kind of free
You've built a world worth living in with these two hands
Diane, the stars didn't guess at you — they made careful plans

[Verse 3]
She doesn't always fit the shape that other people drew
There's something in her that was born already new
She's held the ones she loves with a ferocity
That most will never find the words or courage to be
And when she doubted her direction, couldn't find the sign
The compass always pointed to something wholly hers, wholly divine

[PreChorus]
She doesn't have to earn her place or prove her worth
She was written into something larger than this earth

[Chorus]
Diane, you are made of both the flame and the sea
The boldest kind of tender, the deepest kind of free
You've built a world worth living in with these two hands
Diane, the stars didn't guess at you — they made careful plans

[Bridge]
The moon has known her name since long before her birth
Her tenderness is not a wound — it is her worth
She doesn't have to choose between the fire and the tide
Both have always been the truest things alive inside

[Outro]
The cosmos wrote you carefully, with ink that never fades
Diane, you are enough — in all your brilliant, beautiful ways