[Verse 1]
She notices the things that no one else would ever find,
The crooked edge, the quiet ache, the beauty left behind,
She builds her world with careful hands, roots reaching deep below,
A sanctuary no one sees, a garden no one knows,
She carries every person's weight like it belongs to her,
But who has ever stopped to tend the one who tends the world?

[PreChorus]
She holds the storm inside her chest and calls it being fine,
But every current running deep is proof of a brilliant mind.

[Chorus]
Mikayla, you were written in the oldest kind of light,
A soul too wide for narrow rooms, too real to just be right,
You don't have to hold it all to prove that you belong,
You were already whole before you learned to be this strong.

[Verse 2]
She loves in silent languages, in details, not in noise,
In showing up, in staying close, in all the little choice,
She longs for something pure and true, a love without the seams,
But sometimes keeps her own heart locked behind her careful dreams,
The walls she built were never flaws — they were the way she healed,
A home she made inside herself when nothing else was real.

[PreChorus]
She stands between the fixed and free, between the tide and shore,
Her heart knows more than she admits, her mind has always known more.

[Chorus]
Mikayla, you were written in the oldest kind of light,
A soul too wide for narrow rooms, too real to just be right,
You don't have to hold it all to prove that you belong,
You were already whole before you learned to be this strong.

[Verse 3]
She questions everything she feels, then feels it twice as deep,
A mind that won't stop turning over every word to keep,
There's fire in the way she moves when something lights her through,
A purpose pressing at her chest that only she can do,
The world has needed what she carries longer than she knows,
Every wound she turned to wisdom is the way her lantern glows.

[PreChorus]
She is the dream that discipline made real upon the earth,
The cosmos mapped her carefully and knew exactly what she's worth.

[Chorus]
Mikayla, you were written in the oldest kind of light,
A soul too wide for narrow rooms, too real to just be right,
You don't have to hold it all to prove that you belong,
You were already whole before you learned to be this strong.

[Bridge]
Let the tide come in, let the tide go out,
You were made for depth, not for living without,
Every storm you crossed left you more, not less,
You are held, you are home, you are enough — just yes.

[Outro]
The stars that shaped you haven't finished speaking yet,
Everything you are is something the sky won't forget.