[Verse 1]
There's a mind that moves like wind through open doors,
Always chasing what the next moment holds in store,
But underneath the wit, the quick and clever tongue,
There's a quiet room where all the real feelings come,
You've learned to carry weight without a single sound,
Built an empire out of everything that let you down,

[PreChorus]
They see the brightness, they don't see the tide,
All those fathoms running deep inside,

[Chorus]
You are written in a language old and true,
Every contradiction was designed for you,
The ache, the wonder, all the ways you're hard to hold,
You were never meant to fit inside a mold,

[Verse 2]
You love like something ancient, wide, and mostly unsaid,
A conversation that you've been rehearsing in your head,
You give before you're asked and still you doubt the gift,
Build the home inside your heart then wonder why you drift,
But every wall you raised was just a door you hadn't found,
And every storm you weathered made you sacred, solid ground,

[PreChorus]
They see the surface, they don't feel the pull,
Of everything in you that's burning full,

[Chorus]
You are written in a language old and true,
Every contradiction was designed for you,
The ache, the wonder, all the ways you're hard to hold,
You were never meant to fit inside a mold,

[Verse 3]
You've wrestled with the question of your own enoughness long,
Mistaken all the searching for a sign that something's wrong,
But a mind that never settles is a mind that's wide awake,
And a heart that keeps on opening is the bravest kind of brave,
The world that you've imagined is not lost, it's on its way,
And the healing you've been circling has been finding you today,

[PreChorus]
Let the softer tide come carry you to shore,
You don't have to earn the right to ask for more,

[Chorus]
You are written in a language old and true,
Every contradiction was designed for you,
The ache, the wonder, all the ways you're hard to hold,
You were never meant to fit inside a mold,

[Bridge]
The cosmos drew you carefully, with ink that doesn't fade,
Every scar became a story, every wound became a trade,
You are held inside the turning of a universe that knows,
That the ones who carry rivers are the ones that make things grow,

[Outro]
Let your stars decide what's coming next,
You are more than you have let yourself accept,
Rooted deep and reaching, you are whole,
There was never anything missing from your soul,