[Verse 1]
There's a mountain in your chest where the quiet lives,
A ledger of everything you've endured and given,
You carry the weight of everyone you love,
And press it down like stone beneath a glove,
They see the steady hands, they miss the trembling inside,
All that deep water running, all that careful tide

[PreChorus]
You built your walls with patience, not with pride,
And somewhere in the scaffolding, you nearly lost the guide

[Chorus]
You are more than what you've managed to survive,
More than proof of function, more than staying alive,
The same hands that held the world can hold yourself too,
There is nothing left to earn — you are already through

[Verse 2]
You love like someone who has studied loss,
Who knows what tenderness can cost,
You give in ways that don't announce themselves,
A loyalty that lives on quiet shelves,
But underneath the structure and the discipline you keep,
There's a dreamer with a vision running fathoms deep

[PreChorus]
You were never meant to only be of use,
You were woven out of starlight — not of proof

[Chorus]
You are more than what you've managed to survive,
More than proof of function, more than staying alive,
The same hands that held the world can hold yourself too,
There is nothing left to earn — you are already through

[Verse 3]
The sky wrote something restless in your bones,
A hunger for a truth you call your own,
Not the truth of what is proper, safe, or due,
But the one that hums beneath the things you do,
And now the cosmos pulls the thread back to review —
What you thought you'd lost was just being returned to you

[PreChorus]
The path that circles back is not a sign you failed,
It's the universe re-tracing every word it spelled

[Chorus]
You are more than what you've managed to survive,
More than proof of function, more than staying alive,
The same hands that held the world can hold yourself too,
There is nothing left to earn — you are already through

[Bridge]
Let the old currents carry what you can no longer hold,
You were never meant to carry it all, only to know,
That the wound was not the ending, it was where the roots went,
Every time you rose from nothing, that was heaven sent

[Outro]
The stars don't ask the mountain to apologize for stone,
You were written with intention — you have never been alone,
Rest now in that knowing, let it finally land,
You were always worth the life you hold inside your hands