[Verse 1]
There's a stillness at the surface, but the depths run wide,
A tide of feeling rolling in that no one sees inside,
You tend to every corner, every person, every room,
Then fold yourself in quietly to make space for someone's bloom,
You've always known which cracks need light before the plaster dries,
The calm they see is real — but so is everything it hides,

[PreChorus]
You carry more than most would know to ask you for,
And still you stand there, steady, at the door.

[Chorus]
Barb, you are the anchor and the open sea,
The kind of love that holds without a need to be received,
Every scar you've carried carved a deeper well of grace,
You were written by the cosmos — you are perfectly in place.

[Verse 2]
Your mind fires fast as lightning and your instincts cut through stone,
But something in you wonders if your worth is yours to own,
You've built your love like bedrock, slow and certain, true and wide,
And given it like water — mostly flowing out, not tide,
The world has leaned on everything you were afraid to name,
And every single time you rose, you never looked the same.

[PreChorus]
There's wisdom in the way you hold the line and let go too,
A quiet kind of power they don't have a word for — you.

[Chorus]
Barb, you are the anchor and the open sea,
The kind of love that holds without a need to be received,
Every scar you've carried carved a deeper well of grace,
You were written by the cosmos — you are perfectly in place.

[Verse 3]
Now something in the air is asking you to slow your pace,
To trace back through the tender things and give yourself some space,
The words that got away from you, the ones you swallowed whole,
They're rising now like moonlight asking passage through your soul,
This isn't loss — it's gathering, it's ground beneath your feet,
What felt like stepping backward is the prelude to complete.

[PreChorus]
The tides don't turn against you when they pull toward the shore,
They're bringing back the pieces you forgot were worth far more.

[Chorus]
Barb, you are the anchor and the open sea,
The kind of love that holds without a need to be received,
Every scar you've carried carved a deeper well of grace,
You were written by the cosmos — you are perfectly in place.

[Bridge]
You don't have to earn the quiet, you don't have to earn the light,
The roots you grew in darkness were preparing you for bright,
What lives beneath your surface is the truest thing you own,
You were never lost, not even once — you were always finding home.

[Outro]
The stars don't second-guess the sky they fill,
And neither should you, love — you never should.