[Verse 1]
There's a tide beneath the surface no one names,
A heart that runs on moonlight, not on fame,
She carries every feeling like a stone and a song,
Tending to the world while quietly holding on,
They see the calm, the steady, the composed,
They don't see the ocean she keeps closed

[PreChorus]
But there's a depth in her the shallows never reach,
A grace that lives precisely where the words don't speak

[Chorus]
She was written in the water and the flame,
A soul too wide for any single frame,
The cosmos carved her careful, line by line,
Born from the tide and the first of the summer vine

[Verse 2]
Her mind moves like a river, still and sure,
Always reaching for the cleanest, truest cure,
She builds a quiet order from the inside out,
Turns the chaos into something without doubt,
But beneath the need to fix and to arrange,
There's a wild heart longing for the open range

[PreChorus]
And every detail that she holds with such precision,
Is just love wearing the armor of decision

[Chorus]
She was written in the water and the flame,
A soul too wide for any single frame,
The cosmos carved her careful, line by line,
Born from the tide and the first of the summer vine

[Verse 3]
She loves like conversation, bright and free,
Like a shared secret or an unplanned melody,
But somewhere in the giving she forgets to ask,
Pours the whole of herself into another's glass,
She has worn the weight of silence like a crown,
Building someone else up while she settles down

[PreChorus]
Yet even in the giving there's a gift she doesn't see,
The ones she loves are changed by what she lets them be

[Chorus]
She was written in the water and the flame,
A soul too wide for any single frame,
The cosmos carved her careful, line by line,
Born from the tide and the first of the summer vine

[Verse 4]
There are roots beneath her story thick and old,
Ancestral threads of fire left to hold,
She came here with a lantern and a wound,
A quiet revolutionary softly tuned,
The world will ask her to be less, to shrink,
But she was made for standing at the brink

[PreChorus]
And everything she's carried through the dark and through the doubt,
Was always meant to be the light she now gives out

[Chorus]
She was written in the water and the flame,
A soul too wide for any single frame,
The cosmos carved her careful, line by line,
Born from the tide and the first of the summer vine

[Bridge]
She doesn't have to earn the ground beneath her feet,
She was never meant to make herself complete,
The stars don't ask the moon to justify its glow,
And she was placed here whole, a long, long time ago

[Outro]
So rest inside the truth of what you are,
A summer tide, a burning, steady star,
The universe has known your name for years,
And everything you carry, it's all brought you here