[Verse 1]
There's an ocean underneath the calm you show the room,
A tide that pulls at midnight, currents dressed in noon,
You feel the world before it speaks, you always have,
A heart so wide it swallows grief and turns it into salve,
You've guarded what was tender, kept the depths concealed,
But everything you've buried is a garden, not a field

[PreChorus]
They see the surface shining, they don't see the undertow,
But the deepest water carries what the shallow cannot hold

[Chorus]
Sharosa, you were written in a language soft and true,
Every scar a sentence, every wound a window through,
You are the tide, the ember, and the compass pointing home,
Sharosa, you were never, never meant to carry this alone

[Verse 2]
Your mind moves fast as conversation, bright and curious,
You weave a story out of silence, make the mundane glorious,
You love through every small act, through the things you do,
A cup of tea, a careful word, attention paid on cue,
You've given freely, hand to heart, before they even asked,
And worn your care so gracefully it looked like just a task

[PreChorus]
But caring is a country, and you've lived there all your life,
Now the compass turns toward you, through the beautiful and strife

[Chorus]
Sharosa, you were written in a language soft and true,
Every scar a sentence, every wound a window through,
You are the tide, the ember, and the compass pointing home,
Sharosa, you were never, never meant to carry this alone

[Verse 3]
You've stood inside the fire and come out knowing more,
You've crossed the kind of thresholds that don't open twice before,
There's something in you ancient, like the truth that doesn't bend,
A loyalty so rooted it outlasts the harshest wind,
You've searched for where you're going through the questions and the haze,
And every honest step you've taken counts among your grace

[PreChorus]
The sky has always known you, wrote your name in patient light,
You are not lost in the searching — you are becoming right

[Chorus]
Sharosa, you were written in a language soft and true,
Every scar a sentence, every wound a window through,
You are the tide, the ember, and the compass pointing home,
Sharosa, you were never, never meant to carry this alone

[Bridge]
You don't have to earn the space that you already fill,
Your worth was never something you were meant to prove until,
The world begins to recognize what you have always been,
A healing made of human bones, a light that comes from within

[Outro]
The stars that shaped you knew exactly what they made,
Something rare and undiminished, something that won't fade,
You are enough, Sharosa, in the quiet and the roar,
You have always been enough — and you are more