[Verse 1]
She carries the sun like a second skin,
A warmth the whole room wants to lean in,
But underneath the gold there's a tide that turns,
A depth they never see, a quiet that burns,
She thinks in feelings, speaks in memory's light,
Her mind a lantern swaying through the night

[PreChorus]
She holds the world together with both hands,
While nobody asks her what she needs or understands

[Chorus]
Burn on, Maxine, like the mid-July sun,
You are the fire and the river, you're the only one,
The cosmos wrote you carefully in ink that doesn't fade,
Maxine, you were not broken — you were being made

[Verse 2]
She loves like she's building something meant to last,
A shelter from the weather of the past,
She tends to everyone before she tends the wound,
A gardener who forgets she needs the room,
She's been misread a thousand different ways,
Still shows up with her whole heart every day

[PreChorus]
She's learning that to want is not to be too much,
That needing to be held is not a crutch

[Chorus]
Burn on, Maxine, like the mid-July sun,
You are the fire and the river, you're the only one,
The cosmos wrote you carefully in ink that doesn't fade,
Maxine, you were not broken — you were being made

[Verse 3]
She's known the kind of silence that unmoors,
The rooms that didn't hold her, the unlocked doors,
But something ancient in her always knew the way,
A compass in the marrow, come what may,
Her voice was always worth the air it filled,
Her power not diminished — only stilled

[PreChorus]
She's not here to earn the right to take up space,
She was written into the light before she had a face

[Chorus]
Burn on, Maxine, like the mid-July sun,
You are the fire and the river, you're the only one,
The cosmos wrote you carefully in ink that doesn't fade,
Maxine, you were not broken — you were being made

[Bridge]
Every wall she built was proof she knew her worth,
Every time she rose again was not a fluke — it was the work,
She is the Leo moon and the careful, steady ground,
She was always whole — she's only just been found

[Outro]
So rest now in the truth of what you are,
Not a wish, not almost — you're the star,
Burn on, Maxine, the world needs what you give,
This is not rehearsal — this is how you live