[Verse 1]
There's a fire in the way she carries herself through the room,
A quiet kind of royalty that doesn't need to prove,
But beneath that golden surface runs a current dark and deep,
A whole ocean full of feeling that she's sworn herself to keep,
She holds the weight of everyone and calls it being strong,
She's been pouring out for others for so impossibly long.

[PreChorus]
But the tide knows when to rise, and the moon knows when to speak,
And everything she carries is exactly what the world will need.

[Chorus]
Kirsten, you were written in the language of the brave,
Every scar a sacred scripture, every storm a path that's paved,
You are rooted and you're rising, you are holy and you're whole,
Kirsten, heaven knows the measure of your soul.

[Verse 2]
She reads the room before she enters, feels what no one says out loud,
She's never quite the same alone as when she's standing in a crowd,
She loves like something ancient, like a shelter built from bone,
She'll tend to every broken thing before she tends her own,
And when they hurt her, Lord, she holds it like a stone inside the chest,
She forgives but doesn't forget — and that is not a weakness, it's a gift.

[PreChorus]
The God who made the deep and called it good made all of this in her,
Every layer, every longing, every fire that won't defer.

[Chorus]
Kirsten, you were written in the language of the brave,
Every scar a sacred scripture, every storm a path that's paved,
You are rooted and you're rising, you are holy and you're whole,
Kirsten, heaven knows the measure of your soul.

[Verse 3]
She speaks and something shifts — there's a conviction in her voice,
That makes the doubtful lean in closer and the wavering rejoice,
She was built for more than fitting in the spaces others made,
She's a builder, she's a keeper, and she does not need their praise,
But the longing still is there — to be known beneath the crown,
To be seen when she is tired and still held when she is down.

[PreChorus]
She is worthy of the rest she never lets herself receive,
She is more than what she's done — she is more than what they see.

[Chorus]
Kirsten, you were written in the language of the brave,
Every scar a sacred scripture, every storm a path that's paved,
You are rooted and you're rising, you are holy and you're whole,
Kirsten, heaven knows the measure of your soul.

[Verse 4]
The road she's walking calls her deeper than she thought she'd go,
Through the questions with no answers and the things she doesn't know,
But there's a compass in her spirit that was placed there from the start,
And the peace she keeps on searching for is already in her heart,
She's allowed to lay her armor down and breathe the open air,
She was made for this belonging — she was made to know she's cared for.

[PreChorus]
The same grace that holds the galaxies is holding her tonight,
She was not an accident — she was crafted into light.

[Chorus]
Kirsten, you were written in the language of the brave,
Every scar a sacred scripture, every storm a path that's paved,
You are rooted and you're rising, you are holy and you're whole,
Kirsten, heaven knows the measure of your soul.

[Bridge]
You don't have to earn the love that was already yours to keep,
You are known beyond the surface, you are known beneath the deep,
Every gift you almost buried is a seed the ground will honor,
You were fearfully and wonderfully made — and you are not alone here.

[Outro]
Rest now in the knowing that you've always been enough,
You were held before you learned to hold, and loved before you loved,
Kirsten, you are witnessed, you are worthy, you are free.