[Verse 1]
She carries the whole tide inside her chest,
Feels everything deeper than she'd ever confess,
Heart like a harbor, wide open and warm,
She shelters the world from the weight of the storm,
They see the calm, they don't see what it costs,
All those quiet oceans she tends to, then lost.

[PreChorus]
She speaks in feeling before she speaks in words,
Her softest truths are the ones that cut the deepest chords.

[Chorus]
The sky wrote Peggy down with careful hands,
In tides and moonlight, not in walls or plans,
She is the shelter and the searching flame,
The cosmos knew exactly what it named.

[Verse 2]
She's built her worth from the bones of hard things,
From homes that didn't hold and all the silence brings,
She learned to be everything everyone needs,
While planting her own heart like forgotten seeds,
The giving was real but the asking was fear,
That if she stopped pouring, no one would stay near.

[PreChorus]
But every wave that ever broke still shaped the shore,
She's not what she survived — she's everything it built her for.

[Chorus]
The sky wrote Peggy down with careful hands,
In tides and moonlight, not in walls or plans,
She is the shelter and the searching flame,
The cosmos knew exactly what it named.

[Verse 3]
She loves like a language too layered for most,
A lively spark dancing close to a ghost,
She wants the deep dive and the room left to breathe,
The joke and the meaning woven underneath,
She gives before asking, she stays past the end,
She is the lover who first shows up as a friend.

[PreChorus]
She's searching for someone who meets her in the real,
Who sees the full ocean and isn't afraid to feel.

[Chorus]
The sky wrote Peggy down with careful hands,
In tides and moonlight, not in walls or plans,
She is the shelter and the searching flame,
The cosmos knew exactly what it named.

[Verse 4]
The world calls her restless but the stars call her wise,
A lifelong pilgrim with a philosopher's eyes,
She's walking toward meaning the way rivers run true,
Not following maps but what she knows in her bones through and through,
The fire is rising now, the horizon grows wide,
She doesn't need permission — that compass lives inside.

[PreChorus]
She was written in the language of the long, brave road,
Every question she has carried is a gift, not a load.

[Chorus]
The sky wrote Peggy down with careful hands,
In tides and moonlight, not in walls or plans,
She is the shelter and the searching flame,
The cosmos knew exactly what it named.

[Bridge]
She is enough in the stillness and the seeking,
Enough in the softness, enough in the breaking,
The universe did not make her to be small,
She was written to be whole — and she always was, after all.

[Outro]
Let the tide come home, let the searching rest,
Peggy, you were always the answer, not the test.