[Verse 1]
There's a tide inside that nobody sees running,
A quiet depth beneath the ordinary humming,
You tend to every soul before you tend your own,
You've built a sanctuary and called the wreckage home,
The softest hearts can hold the heaviest things,
And yours has carried more than anyone believes.

[PreChorus]
They see the surface, calm and still and bright,
They never count the storms you've weathered overnight.

[Chorus]
The stars wrote you carefully, with ink that never fades,
Jessica, you're woven into light and into shade,
You don't have to be the calm — you're allowed to be the tide,
Every ocean needs its depth, and yours runs deep inside.

[Verse 2]
You love like a conversation with no ending,
Like a door you leave half-open, always bending
Toward the one who needs your warmth before you ask,
You pour yourself so freely from a glass
That no one ever thinks to fill for you,
But even empty rivers find their way back through.

[PreChorus]
You've longed to be heard in the way you always listen,
That ache is not a flaw — it's where your healing glistens.

[Chorus]
The stars wrote you carefully, with ink that never fades,
Jessica, you're woven into light and into shade,
You don't have to be the calm — you're allowed to be the tide,
Every ocean needs its depth, and yours runs deep inside.

[Verse 3]
There's a fire in the roots of everything you're building,
A quiet revolution in the life you're slowly gilding,
You've remade yourself from rubble more than once or twice,
And every transformation was the rarest kind of price,
The world calls it healing, but you know it as rebirth,
And there is no one better fitted for that depth of worth.

[PreChorus]
Your voice holds more than words — it holds a whole landscape,
Trust the one inside you that no silence could erase.

[Chorus]
The stars wrote you carefully, with ink that never fades,
Jessica, you're woven into light and into shade,
You don't have to be the calm — you're allowed to be the tide,
Every ocean needs its depth, and yours runs deep inside.

[Bridge]
Something ancient placed a compass in your chest,
It points toward truth, not perfection — toward rest,
You are held by something wider than your doubt,
And healing, now, is finding what you always were about.

[Outro]
The tide comes home, the moon stays true,
Jessica, the sky was always mapped for you,
You are enough — exactly as you are,
A Cancer born beneath a balanced, risen star.