[Verse 1]
There's an ocean underneath the way you laugh out loud,
A tide that pulls at midnight when you're lost inside the crowd,
You read the room before you've crossed the threshold of the door,
You've given more than anyone could ever ask you for,
They see the warmth, they miss the ache you carry home at night,
The way you hold the world together while you guard your light

[PreChorus]
But the depth of you is not a burden, it's the whole design,
Every feeling you've protected is a gift waiting to shine

[Chorus]
You are written in the water and the wide December sky,
Joanne, you were made from something ancient, deep, and wide,
The stars that wrote your story knew exactly what they'd find,
A soul too rare for ordinary, too honest to deny

[Verse 2]
You love like something fated, like a current running true,
Not the surface kind of loving, but the kind that breaks right through,
You've worked so hard for something you could never quite name,
Built your worth with quiet hands and never sought the fame,
The voice inside you wanders where the horizon bends,
A storyteller, seeker, lover of the places where land ends

[PreChorus]
And what they call indecision is the weight of how you care,
The pause before you move is not a flaw — it's how you're fair

[Chorus]
You are written in the water and the wide December sky,
Joanne, you were made from something ancient, deep, and wide,
The stars that wrote your story knew exactly what they'd find,
A soul too rare for ordinary, too honest to deny

[Verse 3]
Now something in the current has begun to turn around,
All the words you swallowed once are working their way out of the ground,
What felt like moving backward is the tide reclaiming shore,
The self you set aside to tend to everyone before,
This is not a losing, this is ground you're taking back,
A homecoming to everything you never let yourself have

[PreChorus]
You don't need to earn the right to rest inside your own skin,
The truest kind of courage is the one that lets love in

[Chorus]
You are written in the water and the wide December sky,
Joanne, you were made from something ancient, deep, and wide,
The stars that wrote your story knew exactly what they'd find,
A soul too rare for ordinary, too honest to deny

[Bridge]
The wound became the wisdom and the ache became the art,
Every cycle brought you closer to the center of your heart,
You were never lost, you were becoming, layer by layer, true,
And everything the cosmos placed in you was meant for you

[Outro]
So rest now in the knowing you are held by something real,
Joanne, you are enough — exactly as you feel,
The moon has kept your secrets and the stars have kept your name,
And nothing that you carry ever once diminished your flame