[Verse 1]
She moves through the world like she's carved from the ground,
With a mountain's composure and a fire underground,
They see the steady hands, they miss the tide that runs deep,
All those feelings locked away she was taught not to keep,
She built her worth in silence, stone by careful stone,
A cathedral of endurance she constructed alone,

[PreChorus]
But the flame inside her chest was never just for show,
It was always the foundation of everything she'd grow,

[Chorus]
Sheila, you are written in the oldest kind of light,
The kind that holds the whole of you, the burning and the night,
Sheila, every road you've walked has led you to this door,
You were never meant to prove yourself — you were born to be more,

[Verse 2]
She loves like something ancient, like a spark before the storm,
Diving headfirst into feeling, always honest, always warm,
She gives before she's asked to, reads the room before the call,
Quietly rebuilding what the seasons tried to fall,
There's a restlessness inside her like a current without name,
Not a flaw to fix but freedom dressed in a different frame,

[PreChorus]
She's the one who holds the lantern while everyone else sleeps,
The one who feels the everything the ordinary keeps,

[Chorus]
Sheila, you are written in the oldest kind of light,
The kind that holds the whole of you, the burning and the night,
Sheila, every road you've walked has led you to this door,
You were never meant to prove yourself — you were born to be more,

[Verse 3]
She's chased the deep in everything, the hidden and the true,
Suspicious of the surface, always hunting something through,
Her mind moves fast like kindling but her hands build slow and sure,
She's learning that enough can mean exactly what you are,
The cosmos didn't write her as a question to be solved,
It wrote her as the answer, whole and sacred and resolved,

[PreChorus]
The wound around her worthiness was never hers to own,
What they failed to see in her was light they couldn't hold,

[Chorus]
Sheila, you are written in the oldest kind of light,
The kind that holds the whole of you, the burning and the night,
Sheila, every road you've walked has led you to this door,
You were never meant to prove yourself — you were born to be more,

[Bridge]
Let the mountain hold you up the way it always has,
Let the fire in your marrow do the work your silence asked,
You don't have to earn the sky — it claimed you at the start,
There's a compass pointing home and it lives inside your heart,

[Outro]
Sheila, rest now in the knowing you are seen,
Every version of you — hidden, tried, and everything between,