[Verse 1]
She moves through the world like a current, soft and deep,
A mind full of poetry, a heart that doesn't sleep,
She reads the room before a word is ever said,
Carries what she feels like scripture in her head,
They see the calm, they never see the tide,
All that knowing she was born to hold inside

[PreChorus]
But the quiet ones are rarely ever still,
There's an ocean underneath that iron will

[Chorus]
Gwen, you were written in the water and the stone,
Every depth you've swum through, you were never alone,
The universe carved you carefully, with detail and with care,
Gwen, there's a kind of ancient light that only you can bear

[Verse 2]
She loves like something older than the words for love,
Like a prayer she doesn't need to send above,
She pours herself in freely, holds the door wide open,
Tends to others' gardens while her own goes unspoken,
The wound of being misread lives just beneath her grace,
But that wound became the blueprint of her sacred space

[PreChorus]
The pain she filed away was never wasted ground,
It grew into the wisdom that she carries now, profound

[Chorus]
Gwen, you were written in the water and the stone,
Every depth you've swum through, you were never alone,
The universe carved you carefully, with detail and with care,
Gwen, there's a kind of ancient light that only you can bear

[Verse 3]
She's built a house on foundations no one else can see,
Part sky-dreamer, part unmovable certainty,
She'll fix the broken thing before she names her own need,
But every act of service was a kind of creed,
She doesn't need to be the loudest in the room,
There is power in the way she makes the ordinary bloom

[PreChorus]
She's learning now to rest inside the life she's made,
To let herself be held without being afraid

[Chorus]
Gwen, you were written in the water and the stone,
Every depth you've swum through, you were never alone,
The universe carved you carefully, with detail and with care,
Gwen, there's a kind of ancient light that only you can bear

[Bridge]
You don't have to earn the right to take up all this space,
Every scar you've carried has become a kind of grace,
The world needs what you carry, don't fold it back inside,
You are guided, you are held, you are the turning tide

[Outro]
Let the stars that made you tell you what they know,
You were always whole, even when it didn't show,
Gwen, you are enough — you always, always were,
The cosmos wrote you carefully, and nothing needs repair