[Verse 1]
She carries a universe behind her eyes,
A mind that's always chasing the next sunrise,
Two voices talking, both of them are true,
She's everything at once and still breaking through,
The world sees the wit, the laugh, the easy grace,
But there's an ocean running under that bright face,

[PreChorus]
She's the anchor and the arrow, both at once,
A quiet fire that's been burning for months,

[Chorus]
This is for Molly, the one who holds the light,
Who searches for the meaning in the middle of the night,
Molly, you were written by the stars with steady hands,
You are more than enough, more than the world understands,

[Verse 2]
She loves like she means it, deep and wide and true,
Grand in her devotion to the ones she's chosen to,
But she's learned to keep the tenderness inside,
Afraid what's freely given won't be recognized,
She gives before she's asked, she stays when others leave,
There's loyalty in everything she doesn't say out loud,

[PreChorus]
She's the dream and the discipline, the vision and the work,
Finding gold in what the surface couldn't unearth,

[Chorus]
This is for Molly, the one who holds the light,
Who searches for the meaning in the middle of the night,
Molly, you were written by the stars with steady hands,
You are more than enough, more than the world understands,

[Verse 3]
She's carried wounds that asked her if she's worth the space,
A quiet ache that whispers she must earn her place,
But every road she's questioned led her somewhere real,
And every wall she built was just a door to heal,
The restlessness inside her is a compass, not a flaw,
She was made to wander inward until she finds her core,

[PreChorus]
She's not lost, she is becoming what she's always been,
The kind of rare that only comes from walking through the deep,

[Chorus]
This is for Molly, the one who holds the light,
Who searches for the meaning in the middle of the night,
Molly, you were written by the stars with steady hands,
You are more than enough, more than the world understands,

[Bridge]
Let the searching be the sermon, let the wandering be the prayer,
Everything she's ever needed has already been there,
She was mapped before she knew what maps were for,
She doesn't have to prove a single thing anymore,

[Outro]
The cosmos wrote her carefully with ink that never fades,
Molly, you are held in light, through every winding maze,
You were always whole, you were always home,
You were never, ever walking this alone,