[Verse 1]
She carries the mountain inside her chest,
Builds everything slowly, gives nothing less,
A mind like a compass, always due north,
She measures her worth by what she puts forth,
They see the steady, they don't see the cost,
All the battles she's won by never getting lost

[PreChorus]
But beneath the composure, a wildfire waits,
A woman who loves past all of her gates

[Chorus]
She is bedrock and river and open sky,
The kind of soul that teaches the world how to try,
She has earned every scar and every quiet dawn,
She is more than enough — she always has been all along

[Verse 2]
She feels everything once, then files it clean,
Turns the chaos to order, keeps the slate pristine,
There's a tenderness in her she's slow to show,
Like a seed that blooms stubborn underneath the snow,
She learned early to carry what no one else would hold,
That kind of grace doesn't come cheap — it's forged from cold

[PreChorus]
But the warmth in her laughter is ancient and wide,
Like something the whole universe put here with pride

[Chorus]
She is bedrock and river and open sky,
The kind of soul that teaches the world how to try,
She has earned every scar and every quiet dawn,
She is more than enough — she always has been all along

[Verse 3]
She loves like a horizon — endless, true, and free,
Seeks a mirror in another, not a place to flee,
Her heart knows the difference between gold and glare,
Between someone who stays and someone just there,
She's still learning to let herself be held the same way,
To receive what she gives without turning away

[PreChorus]
The stars didn't scatter her light by mistake,
Every piece of her purpose is starting to wake

[Chorus]
She is bedrock and river and open sky,
The kind of soul that teaches the world how to try,
She has earned every scar and every quiet dawn,
She is more than enough — she always has been all along

[Bridge]
The cosmos wrote her carefully, with patient, knowing hands,
She was never meant to shrink to fit another's plans,
Let the mountain hold her weight, let the river find its flow,
Everything she is was always meant to grow

[Outro]
She is rooted, she is reaching, she is held,
The most honest kind of story ever told,
She is enough — she has always been enough,
Written in the stars before the world grew up