[Verse 1]
She speaks in questions, she lives in fire,
A mind that chases every horizon higher,
She'll tell you the truth before she tells you her name,
And carry the weight of a world she can't tame,
Beneath the easy laugh, there's a current that runs deep,
A hunger that no ordinary life could ever keep

[PreChorus]
She learned early how to lock the door inside,
How to hold it all together while the storm collides

[Chorus]
But the sky wrote her carefully, every line and every arc,
She was built to hold the lightning and the dark,
What they called too much was just her finding form,
She was never falling apart — she was becoming the storm

[Verse 2]
She loves like something ancient, slow, and sure,
Takes her time to let you in, but then she gives you more,
She'll rebuild the whole foundation stone by stone,
She's the keeper of the flame inside the home,
There's a fierceness underneath the measured grace,
Something burning in the quiet that the world can't quite place

[PreChorus]
She carries everyone across the river wide,
But nobody asks how long she's been standing in the tide

[Chorus]
But the sky wrote her carefully, every line and every arc,
She was built to hold the lightning and the dark,
What they called too much was just her finding form,
She was never falling apart — she was becoming the storm

[Verse 3]
She's descended into dark without a map or guide,
Pulled the broken pieces up and carried them with pride,
Her healing isn't pretty and it doesn't come with ease,
But she turns the wounds to wisdom like a winter turns to leaves,
There's a compass in her chest that points toward more,
She's always been the archer, always knew what she was for

[PreChorus]
She doesn't need to earn the right to take up all this space,
She was already enough before she ever ran the race

[Chorus]
But the sky wrote her carefully, every line and every arc,
She was built to hold the lightning and the dark,
What they called too much was just her finding form,
She was never falling apart — she was becoming the storm

[Bridge]
Let the old doubt dissolve like fog at break of day,
What she thought were her limits were just places she could stay,
The stars don't burn for nothing and the night always turns,
She is everything she's searched for — in the fire, she returns

[Outro]
The sky wrote her carefully, with ink that doesn't fade,
She is held, she is guided, she is not afraid,
Let the arrow fly — she was always going home