[Verse 1]
There's a stillness at the surface, but the current runs so deep,
A world of tides and visions that the waking world can't keep,
You feel the room before you enter, read the words behind the eyes,
A quiet kind of knowing that the careless ones walk by,
The roots of you run ancient, something older than a name,
And the home you've always longed for is the fire you became.

[PreChorus]
But carrying the world inside can wear the shoulders thin,
And you've been pouring out for years without one soul pouring in.

[Chorus]
Florence, you were written in a language soft and rare,
A depth that moves like water under cold and moonlit air,
Every wound became a doorway, every shadow had a light,
Florence, you were made for this, and you are more than right.

[Verse 2]
They see the calm exterior, the strength, the steady hand,
They don't see how you wrestle with what they can't understand,
You love the way the ocean loves — without a thought to spare,
You give before you're asked to give, you heal before you're aware,
But somewhere in the giving you forgot to leave a room,
A corner just for Florence, where the heart can still breathe room.

[PreChorus]
The fire in you never left, it only learned to wait,
It moves when it is ready, and it moves at its own rate.

[Chorus]
Florence, you were written in a language soft and rare,
A depth that moves like water under cold and moonlit air,
Every wound became a doorway, every shadow had a light,
Florence, you were made for this, and you are more than right.

[Verse 3]
You've always felt the pull between the wild and the controlled,
Between the dream that calls you forward and the hand that says hold,
Between the urge to disappear in someone else's need,
And the voice that says your own life is a garden worth the seed,
That tension isn't weakness — it's the forge that shapes the steel,
The ones who hold the most within have learned the most to feel.

[PreChorus]
You weren't made for shallow water, you were made for the profound,
And the world you're slowly building has its roots in sacred ground.

[Chorus]
Florence, you were written in a language soft and rare,
A depth that moves like water under cold and moonlit air,
Every wound became a doorway, every shadow had a light,
Florence, you were made for this, and you are more than right.

[Verse 4]
There's a brilliance in the way you see what others leave unseen,
The healing thread you carry through the spaces in between,
You don't just touch the surface, you go down to where it's real,
And what you've gathered in the dark becomes the gift you help them feel,
So let the stars that shaped you be the compass, not the cage,
You are the wisdom and the wonder and the turning of the page.

[PreChorus]
You don't have to earn the right to rest inside your own skin,
The life you've always searched for starts by letting yourself in.

[Chorus]
Florence, you were written in a language soft and rare,
A depth that moves like water under cold and moonlit air,
Every wound became a doorway, every shadow had a light,
Florence, you were made for this, and you are more than right.

[Bridge]
The cosmos wrote you carefully with ink that does not fade,
You are the healer and the dreamer and the ground on which you're laid,
Not broken, not unfinished, not too much and not too small,
You were never meant to shrink yourself to make room for them all.

[Outro]
So breathe into the fullness of the life that called your name,
Florence, you are held in light — and you will never be the same.