[Verse 1]
There's a fire in the way you hold your ground,
A warmth that pulls the whole room to you without a sound,
You lead with open hands and a steady, knowing gaze,
But the ocean underneath stays hidden in the haze,
You feel it all so deeply, more than anyone can tell,
A universe of tides contained inside a wishing well,

[PreChorus]
They see the surface shining, they don't see the undertow,
All that current running deep is what they'll never know,

[Chorus]
You are more than what the eye can trace,
A quiet thunder wrapped in radiant grace,
The kind of soul the cosmos wrote with care,
Ancient, vast, and brilliant beyond compare,

[Verse 2]
Your mind picks up the unspoken word, the shift beneath the skin,
You read the room before you enter, know where truth has been,
And still you search for order in the middle of the storm,
Arranging what is broken just to find a safer form,
That hunger for the meaning hidden past the edge of sight,
Is not a restless burden — it's the compass of your light,

[PreChorus]
You've carried so much quietly, convinced it was your part,
But every weight you've ever held has only grown your heart,

[Chorus]
You are more than what the eye can trace,
A quiet thunder wrapped in radiant grace,
The kind of soul the cosmos wrote with care,
Ancient, vast, and brilliant beyond compare,

[Verse 3]
You love like something sacred that refuses to be small,
All or nothing, deep devotion, giving everything or all,
But you've learned to wrap your wanting in the armor of your care,
Protecting those around you while you're quietly standing bare,
You deserve the love you give out, measured, full and true,
Someone brave enough to dive into the depths of you,

[PreChorus]
You don't have to earn the room you take, you don't have to justify,
You were written into this world on purpose — let that anchor you inside,

[Chorus]
You are more than what the eye can trace,
A quiet thunder wrapped in radiant grace,
The kind of soul the cosmos wrote with care,
Ancient, vast, and brilliant beyond compare,

[Verse 4]
Something's stirring in the distance, like a wind before the change,
An ember in the chest of you that's ready to reclaim,
The voice you've swallowed, the stage you've circled but not stood,
The joy that waits for you to call it freely, and you should,
Play is not a luxury, it's the language of your soul,
Let yourself be witnessed — that's what makes the broken whole,

[PreChorus]
The sky has always known your name, the stars have held their breath,
Waiting for the moment you believe what's written in your chest,

[Bridge]
You are not too much, you have never been too small,
The whole of who you are is what this world has needed all along,
Every scar became a lantern in the hall,
Every silent night became the root beneath your song,

[Outro]
So let the fire move before the world can catch its breath,
You were made for this becoming — you are held, you are blessed,