[Verse 1]
She carries the weight of a world she's mapped alone,
A mind like winter lightning, sharp and fully grown,
She speaks with measured purpose, every word a careful stone,
But underneath the structure lives a tide she's never shown,
She's built of contradictions — the visionary and the root,
The restless heart that questions and the oak that holds its fruit,

[PreChorus]
They see the calm, they don't see the ocean running deep,
All those currents she is holding while the world is fast asleep,

[Chorus]
Kirsten, you are written in a language old and true,
The cosmos drew you carefully in every shade and hue,
You are the storm that steadies, you are the fire and the dew,
Kirsten, there was never any other one like you,

[Verse 2]
She loves the way the ancient rivers love the stone,
Not loudly, but with loyalty that carves itself to bone,
She gives before she's asked to, holds the door, then stands alone,
And wonders why the rooms she fills can still feel like her own,
She dreamed of perfect union, two souls speaking without walls,
And learned that love worth having is the kind that sometimes falls,

[PreChorus]
But every time she rose again she rose a little more,
She found the depth inside the ache she hadn't found before,

[Chorus]
Kirsten, you are written in a language old and true,
The cosmos drew you carefully in every shade and hue,
You are the storm that steadies, you are the fire and the dew,
Kirsten, there was never any other one like you,

[Verse 3]
She's walked through rooms of shadow where the walls knew all her name,
And emerged each time with lantern lit and never quite the same,
There's a wound around belonging, round the tribe that didn't stay,
But the gift inside that silence is the truth she found that way,
She is the emotional heartbeat of the circles where she stands,
The one who holds the broken things together with bare hands,

[PreChorus]
She doesn't need to earn what was already hers to keep,
The ground was always underneath her, solid, still, and deep,

[Chorus]
Kirsten, you are written in a language old and true,
The cosmos drew you carefully in every shade and hue,
You are the storm that steadies, you are the fire and the dew,
Kirsten, there was never any other one like you,

[Bridge]
Let the moon inside you finally rest without a cause,
You don't need to fix the broken world before you pause,
Every scar became a compass pointing somewhere real,
You are not what you survived — you're everything you feel,

[Outro]
The stars that shaped you haven't finished telling all they know,
You are rooted in the earth and built to bloom and built to grow,
You are guided, you are held, you are enough,
You always were,