[Verse 1]
There's a fire that burns where no one can see,
A quiet kind of wild, a rooted kind of free,
You carry your truth like a lantern held low,
Too honest to hide what the surface won't show,
They read you as steady, they don't see the tide,
All those oceans of feeling you keep locked inside.

[PreChorus]
You've built your walls from mountain stone and will,
But underneath the armor, something's reaching still.

[Chorus]
You are the archer and the arrow and the bow,
The deep still water with the undertow,
You don't need to be louder to finally be heard,
You were written in the cosmos, every last word.

[Verse 2]
You think in layers where others think in lines,
Your mind descends to where the hidden meaning shines,
You sense what people carry before a word is said,
You hold what others leave, you map what lies ahead,
You've worn your worth like something you had to earn,
But the light was always yours, not something you had to learn.

[PreChorus]
The wound that told you small became the root of how you rise,
What broke you open slowly is what sharpened both your eyes.

[Chorus]
You are the archer and the arrow and the bow,
The deep still water with the undertow,
You don't need to be louder to finally be heard,
You were written in the cosmos, every last word.

[Verse 3]
You love like something ancient, like a long-kept vow,
Slow to open, but when open, there's no going back now,
You fight for those you love in ways they'll never name,
A guardian who gives and rarely asks the same,
You've stood between the calling and the doubting voice,
And every time you chose the truth, that was your loudest choice.

[PreChorus]
The stars did not make you easy, they made you made to last,
A legacy still building from the ruins of your past.

[Chorus]
You are the archer and the arrow and the bow,
The deep still water with the undertow,
You don't need to be louder to finally be heard,
You were written in the cosmos, every last word.

[Bridge]
Let the vision lead you past the fear of being known,
What you carry for the world, you don't have to carry alone,
The ground beneath you holds a deeper kind of grace,
You were always, always meant to take up all this space.

[Outro]
The cosmos wrote you carefully, with ink that never fades,
Rest now in the knowing — you were made for this, always.