[Verse 1]
There's a stillness in the way you hold the world at bay,
Not cold, just careful — you've learned what words can cost to say,
You see the whole room but you're somewhere else inside,
A mountain dressed in meadow, with an ocean for a tide,
You carry beauty like a secret, pressed between your ribs,
The kind that isn't borrowed — it's the truest thing there is

[PreChorus]
They see the surface, steady, sure, and strong,
They don't see the current pulling all along

[Chorus]
Sheryl, you were written in a language deep and rare,
A compass and a question mark, a root and open air,
You don't have to earn the ground beneath your feet,
Sheryl, you were always whole — you were never incomplete

[Verse 2]
You love like someone who has read the fine print of the heart,
Who gives without condition but still stings when pulled apart,
You've built your house on honesty, on truth without a bow,
You'll burn a bridge to light the path to what the soul allows,
The ones who earn your trust receive a rarer kind of gift —
A love that doesn't waver when the harder seasons shift

[PreChorus]
The wound you carry quietly has made you someone wise,
A healer walking softly in a very thin disguise

[Chorus]
Sheryl, you were written in a language deep and rare,
A compass and a question mark, a root and open air,
You don't have to earn the ground beneath your feet,
Sheryl, you were always whole — you were never incomplete

[Verse 3]
You've questioned every ceiling and you've rebuilt every floor,
You've stood inside the rubble and then quietly built more,
There's a calling in your marrow that was never meant to sleep,
A voice the world needs living in the wisdom that you keep,
You are moving toward a softer light that asks you to receive —
The healing you have given others, now it's yours to breathe

[PreChorus]
The stars have held your story since before you knew the words,
And everything you've carried is exactly what occurred

[Chorus]
Sheryl, you were written in a language deep and rare,
A compass and a question mark, a root and open air,
You don't have to earn the ground beneath your feet,
Sheryl, you were always whole — you were never incomplete

[Bridge]
Let the tide come in and let the tending be enough,
What you call your imperfection is the texture of your love,
You were never meant to be a mirror someone else could hold —
You were always meant to be the story being told

[Outro]
The sky above has always known your name,
And everything you're growing toward has always been your claim,
You are guided, you are grounded, you are free —
You are exactly who you were always meant to be