[Verse 1]
There's a stillness on the surface, like the earth before the rain,
But underneath the quiet runs a deep and searching vein,
You read a room before you speak, you feel it in your bones,
You carry what you've witnessed like a river carries stones,
You've given more than daylight sees, in ways no one has named,
And every act of service was a fire you sustained

[PreChorus]
They see the calm, they miss the tide,
All those fathoms running deep inside

[Chorus]
Michele, you are written in a language few can read,
You are rooted like an ancient oak, wild like a scattered seed,
Every scar you've worn in silence holds a story, not a flaw,
Michele, you were always more than what the world saw

[Verse 2]
You love like someone who has learned that love can disappear,
So you hold the ones you cherish like they might not both be here,
You dream in wide and open skies but anchor in the known,
You're the stranger in the crowded room who's never quite alone,
There's a wanderer in your laughter and a guardian in your grace,
And you've spent a lifetime learning how to take up your own space

[PreChorus]
The tension you have carried isn't weakness in disguise,
It's the weight of someone building something sacred from the inside

[Chorus]
Michele, you are written in a language few can read,
You are rooted like an ancient oak, wild like a scattered seed,
Every scar you've worn in silence holds a story, not a flaw,
Michele, you were always more than what the world saw

[Verse 3]
You've questioned what you're worth when no one handed you the proof,
And held yourself to standards nailed like rafters to a roof,
But the depth that makes you doubt yourself is also what heals others,
The same current running under you connects you like a tether,
You were never meant to shrink yourself to fit inside a frame,
The cosmos bent itself with care the night it wrote your name

[PreChorus]
You don't have to earn the right to rest,
You were born already holding something rare within your chest

[Chorus]
Michele, you are written in a language few can read,
You are rooted like an ancient oak, wild like a scattered seed,
Every scar you've worn in silence holds a story, not a flaw,
Michele, you were always more than what the world saw

[Bridge]
Let the moon remind you what has always held its ground,
What is meant for you won't vanish, it already has been found,
You are not behind, not broken, not a question to be solved,
You are something being tended, something constantly evolved

[Outro]
So rest now in the knowing, let the old doubt come undone,
You were made with so much intention, every piece of you, each one,
The stars don't waste their careful work — and they did not waste you