[Verse 1]
She carries the ocean behind her eyes, still and deep,
A heart that tends to everyone while she lies awake, no sleep,
Her words arrive like poetry soaked in memory and rain,
She thinks in tides and feelings, turns the beautiful from pain,
There's a lighthouse in her laughter and a harbor in her hands,
She builds a home in every room — that's how she loves, that's how she stands

[PreChorus]
But the weight of holding everyone has worn her to the bone,
The one who heals the whole world down still aches to not be alone

[Chorus]
Oh Tawnya, you are the tide and the turning moon,
A song the night composed by heart, not too late and not too soon,
Tawnya, every scar you carry is a story worth the telling,
You are held inside a grace too wide for any words to be containing

[Verse 2]
She craves the kind of love that starts with laughing and goes deep,
A conversation that runs long, a secret she can keep,
She needs the freedom and the roots — the window and the door,
She gives before she's ever asked and still wonders what she's for,
There's fire in the way she loves, a ceremony of the heart,
She wants her passion witnessed, wants her presence to leave its mark

[PreChorus]
She learned to guard her feelings like they'd cost her if they showed,
But every river kept inside still carves its way below

[Chorus]
Oh Tawnya, you are the tide and the turning moon,
A song the night composed by heart, not too late and not too soon,
Tawnya, every scar you carry is a story worth the telling,
You are held inside a grace too wide for any words to be containing

[Verse 3]
She's drawn to what lies hidden, to the places no one goes,
She sees beneath the surface like a river only knows,
Her calling isn't obvious, it moves like mist and light,
A visionary quietness that shifts the world at night,
She's learning that her presence is enough without the proof,
That she was written into being, not to earn it — to be true

[PreChorus]
The cosmos didn't make her to be understood at once,
They built her for the long horizon, not the quick response

[Chorus]
Oh Tawnya, you are the tide and the turning moon,
A song the night composed by heart, not too late and not too soon,
Tawnya, every scar you carry is a story worth the telling,
You are held inside a grace too wide for any words to be containing

[Bridge]
She was made from tidal water, from the pull between two skies,
From the space between the feeling and the searching in her eyes,
She doesn't need to prove the depth — the depth was always there,
The stars wrote her with intention, and they wrote her with such care

[Outro]
You are the tide, you are the turning,
You are the quiet light still burning,
You are enough, you've always been,
The most whole version of everything