[Verse 1]
You carry oceans underneath a quiet face,
A tide that pulls at midnight in a sheltered place,
You feel the room before you cross the door,
You give the world your surface and you guard your shore,
The world sees still water, they don't see the deep,
All those fathoms you've sworn to yourself to keep.

[PreChorus]
But still water moves in ways the eye won't catch,
And what you hold inside is more than you'd attach.

[Chorus]
Pamela, you were written in the waves,
A Cancer heart that carries what the ocean saves,
You are the moon that pulls and never breaks,
Pamela, enough — just as you are — is what it takes.

[Verse 2]
You love like something tended, slow and sure and true,
In the smallest acts of care, that's where they find you,
You notice what goes unnoticed, you remember names,
You'd rather build a home than play at bigger games,
But you've spent so long rebuilding rooms for everyone,
You forgot to light a window for yourself to come undone.

[PreChorus]
The hands that hold the world can learn to rest awhile,
The one who tends the garden still deserves to see it smile.

[Chorus]
Pamela, you were written in the waves,
A Cancer heart that carries what the ocean saves,
You are the moon that pulls and never breaks,
Pamela, enough — just as you are — is what it takes.

[Verse 3]
There's a fire in you that questions, that refuses to be tamed,
A mind that chases meaning, leaves no mystery unnamed,
You've walked through rooms that couldn't hold the size of what you feel,
You've doubted your own worth when it was never yours to steal,
The recognition you withheld yourself was always freely due,
The legacy you're building, it already lives in you.

[PreChorus]
The cosmos wrote you carefully with ink that doesn't fade,
Every scar a stitch of something brave that you have made.

[Chorus]
Pamela, you were written in the waves,
A Cancer heart that carries what the ocean saves,
You are the moon that pulls and never breaks,
Pamela, enough — just as you are — is what it takes.

[Bridge]
You don't need to dissolve to belong somewhere,
The depth you call a burden is the rarest kind of rare,
Your Pisces moon dreams wide enough to fill a winter sky,
And every storm you've swallowed taught the tide how to rise high.

[Outro]
You are held in something older than a name,
Every time you doubted — you came back just the same,
The sea doesn't apologize for being deep and wide,
And neither should you, Pamela — let the tide decide.