[Verse 1]
She carries the ocean beneath a steady face,
A tide of feeling no one sees, moving under grace,
She thinks in metaphor, she speaks through what she feels,
The words she doesn't say are the truest ones that heal,
She'll fight for everyone she loves before she fights for herself,
And pour until she's empty, put her own heart on the shelf

[PreChorus]
But there's a fire in her quiet, a current in her calm,
Something vast and luminous, something like a psalm

[Chorus]
AnnMarie, the sky wrote you with care,
Every contradiction in you is rare,
You don't have to earn the light that you hold,
You were always worth more than you were told

[Verse 2]
She's learned to guard the tender parts she feared wouldn't be enough,
Built a careful architecture out of love and turning tough,
But warmth like hers can't stay contained, it finds its way through stone,
She gives before she's asked and aches the most when she's alone,
She's chased the proof of her own worth through every open door,
Not knowing she was already everything she's searching for

[PreChorus]
The doubt that walks beside her is the shadow of her depth,
And every time she rises up, she reclaims her next breath

[Chorus]
AnnMarie, the sky wrote you with care,
Every contradiction in you is rare,
You don't have to earn the light that you hold,
You were always worth more than you were told

[Verse 3]
She sees the broken places in the world and wants to mend,
Her mind a moving compass always bending toward the end,
She's built for something larger than a life played small and safe,
The future she envisions has her written in its face,
She's loyal like a season, deep and fixed and true,
And the people who have found her know there's no one else like you

[PreChorus]
The cosmos didn't make her to fit neatly in a line,
She was made to cut through ordinary like a sign

[Chorus]
AnnMarie, the sky wrote you with care,
Every contradiction in you is rare,
You don't have to earn the light that you hold,
You were always worth more than you were told

[Bridge]
Let the moon inside you soften what you carry alone,
Let the lion in your marrow lead you gently home,
You are the warmth that steadies every room you walk inside,
You are the tide, the quiet fire, the turning of the tide

[Outro]
The stars don't make mistakes in what they choose to send,
AnnMarie, you were made on purpose, and you're enough right where you stand