[Verse 1]
They see the steady surface, they don't see the tide,
The ocean running fathoms deep you carry inside,
You speak with precision, every word earns its place,
But there's a whole cathedral hidden behind your face,
You've built your worth in usefulness, in doing, in proof,
While the softest parts of you stayed sheltered under the roof.

[PreChorus]
But the quiet ones always hold the most fire,
And what you call your ceiling is someone else's spire.

[Chorus]
You are mapped by something ancient and wide,
Every wound you carry became something like light,
The cosmos wrote you carefully with ink that won't fade,
You were never too much — you were perfectly made.

[Verse 2]
You love like water finding every crack in the stone,
Like a prayer without a language, like a church with no throne,
You give before you're asked and you ask for so little in return,
You keep the embers warm for others while your own hands burn,
But that depth is not your weakness — it's the rarest thing alive,
The way you love is evidence of how much you can thrive.

[PreChorus]
You've earned the right to need what you have given away,
To let someone hold the lantern at the end of your day.

[Chorus]
You are mapped by something ancient and wide,
Every wound you carry became something like light,
The cosmos wrote you carefully with ink that won't fade,
You were never too much — you were perfectly made.

[Verse 3]
There's a restlessness that lives in you that won't sit still for long,
A hunger for the horizon where the truth is burning strong,
You've questioned every doorway and rebuilt your own belief,
You've walked through philosophies the way some walk through grief,
And that searching isn't wandering — it's a compass being forged,
Every doubt a bridge you built, every question a reward.

[PreChorus]
You don't need the world's permission to know what you know,
The light you've always looked for — it was always down below.

[Chorus]
You are mapped by something ancient and wide,
Every wound you carry became something like light,
The cosmos wrote you carefully with ink that won't fade,
You were never too much — you were perfectly made.

[Verse 4]
Your rising is a lion's gate at the edge of the day,
But your Capricorn moon learned to keep the wild at bay,
You've held yourself together when the ground gave way,
You've shown up every time without needing them to stay,
That discipline is sacred — it's not armor, it's a root,
And the tree that weathers every storm still finds a way to fruit.

[PreChorus]
You are not the sum of everything you've swallowed alone,
You are every small and stubborn way you've chosen to grow.

[Chorus]
You are mapped by something ancient and wide,
Every wound you carry became something like light,
The cosmos wrote you carefully with ink that won't fade,
You were never too much — you were perfectly made.

[Bridge]
The world needs what you carry, so don't give your gifts away,
You are guided, you are held, you belong to more than today,
There's a version of you resting — let her finally come home,
You were never meant to earn your place — it was always your own.

[Outro]
You are not what you survived, you are how you rose,
The universe has always known what only you're beginning to know.