[Verse 1]
A mind that never lands too long in one place,
Two voices trading turns inside the same face,
She reads a room before she's crossed the door,
Then stays up late unpacking what it's for,
The words come easy but the truth runs deep,
A poet's heart she doesn't always let speak.

[PreChorus]
She gives the world her warmth and holds the rest inside,
A fire that moves so fast it barely knows its stride.

[Chorus]
Kiersten, the sky wrote you in its oldest hand,
A little wild, a little soft, more than they understand,
You carry what the quiet ones were never meant to hold,
And every road that broke you made you brave and made you bold.

[Verse 2]
She loves like something handmade, warm, and rare,
Grand in every gesture, loyal beyond compare,
She wants to be adored the way she adores,
To celebrate and be celebrated in return for hers,
But she's learned to give before she checks the cost,
And wonder why she's tired when the crowd is gone and lost.

[PreChorus]
She's weighed every choice against the ones that it might wound,
A grace that bends like willows underneath a silver moon.

[Chorus]
Kiersten, the sky wrote you in its oldest hand,
A little wild, a little soft, more than they understand,
You carry what the quiet ones were never meant to hold,
And every road that broke you made you brave and made you bold.

[Verse 3]
She mends the broken things by instinct, not by choice,
Has swallowed whole the doubt that tried to silence her voice,
The inner critic sharp as glass, the standard no one set,
A hunger for perfection dressed up as regret,
But every flaw she ever named was just a door,
Behind it stood the version she was always growing toward.

[PreChorus]
She carries what was never hers to carry alone,
But she's turning all that silence into something like a home.

[Chorus]
Kiersten, the sky wrote you in its oldest hand,
A little wild, a little soft, more than they understand,
You carry what the quiet ones were never meant to hold,
And every road that broke you made you brave and made you bold.

[Verse 4]
The world she dreams of lives beneath the surface skin,
A sacred, searching current only she knows from within,
She's walked through depths that left no visible scar,
Then risen back to morning like she hadn't come that far,
The strength she spent on others seeds a garden all her own,
She doesn't have to earn the right to reap what she has sown.

[PreChorus]
The universe has watched her and it hasn't looked away,
She was written in the long dark hours before the break of day.

[Chorus]
Kiersten, the sky wrote you in its oldest hand,
A little wild, a little soft, more than they understand,
You carry what the quiet ones were never meant to hold,
And every road that broke you made you brave and made you bold.

[Bridge]
She doesn't need to be the loudest in the room,
Her light doesn't need permission to illuminate the gloom,
The stars don't ask to matter — they just burn and they remain,
And she was made of the same ancient, undeniable flame.

[Outro]
She is enough, exactly as she stands,
The cosmos placed her gently in its hands,
Every contradiction, every scar, every grace,
Written into her — and perfectly in place.