[Verse 1]
There's a fire that thinks before it speaks, but burns while it waits
A quiet kind of power built behind careful gates
The world sees steady ground, it doesn't see the sea
All those tides running deep where no one else can see
Born with a horizon in her chest and roots beneath her feet
A contradiction whole and holy, restless and complete

[PreChorus]
She carries ancient longings and a hunger for the true
A soul too vast for ceilings and a heart that always knew

[Chorus]
She is the wild and the still, the arrow and the stone
The one who lights the room and still comes home alone
Everything she is was written in a wilder hand
More than she allows herself to understand

[Verse 2]
She loves like something untamed that chose to stay
Not casual, not surface, not the kind that fades away
She'll read the depths of you before you speak a word
She's learning that the sharpest truths are sometimes left unheard
There are walls she built from lessons that arrived too hard and fast
But every brick is evidence of all the storms she outlasted

[PreChorus]
She spent so long convincing herself small was how to fit
But she was never made to shrink and it's high time she knew it

[Chorus]
She is the wild and the still, the arrow and the stone
The one who lights the room and still comes home alone
Everything she is was written in a wilder hand
More than she allows herself to understand

[Verse 3]
There's a voice inside her that has never been wrong
That speaks in intuition, speaks in silence, speaks in song
She's questioned it a thousand times and doubted what she hears
But the compass in her center has been steady all these years
She's walking toward something the daylight hasn't named
A calling written under all the places she has changed

[PreChorus]
She doesn't need to earn what she already is by right
She is not the sum of her effort, she's the source of her own light

[Chorus]
She is the wild and the still, the arrow and the stone
The one who lights the room and still comes home alone
Everything she is was written in a wilder hand
More than she allows herself to understand

[Bridge]
The stars did not make her fragile, they made her made of more
Every wound became a doorway, not a wall across the floor
She is held by something older than the doubts she carries near
The whole of who she is was never meant to disappear

[Outro]
Let the roots hold what the wind wants to unravel
She is every place she's loved and every mile she's traveled
The cosmos wrote her carefully and does not make mistakes
She is enough, exactly as she wakes