[Verse 1]
There's a fire in the way you hold a room without a sound,
Like the sun that doesn't ask permission to be found,
But when the night comes and the door is finally closed,
There's an ocean inside you that nobody else knows,
You feel everything — the weight of worlds, the pull of tides,
And still you show up steady, pouring light from both sides

[PreChorus]
They see the warmth, they don't see the undertow,
All the depth you carry just to keep the current slow

[Chorus]
Cynthia, you were written in a language old and true,
Every quiet act of love is how the world sees through you,
You don't have to earn the sky, you were always meant to shine,
Cynthia, every piece of you was part of the design

[Verse 2]
You love in careful inches, in the details no one checks,
In the way you remember what was said between the text,
You've held yourself to standards that would buckle harder stone,
Called it discipline when sometimes it was fear dressed up alone,
But that precision, that devotion — it's a rare and sacred thing,
The way you notice what is broken and you tend to everything

[PreChorus]
They see the grace, they don't see what it costs to care that deep,
All the hours that you've poured out just to help the others sleep

[Chorus]
Cynthia, you were written in a language old and true,
Every quiet act of love is how the world sees through you,
You don't have to earn the sky, you were always meant to shine,
Cynthia, every piece of you was part of the design

[Verse 3]
There's a wound in you that whispers you were never quite enough,
That the things you built and offered weren't as worthy as you'd thought,
But the ones who've leaned against you know the truth of what you're worth,
You're the kind of still that steadies, you're the kind of deep that heals,
Healing doesn't always thunder — sometimes it just holds and feels

[PreChorus]
The stars don't shine to prove themselves to anyone below,
And neither do you — let yourself rest in what you know

[Chorus]
Cynthia, you were written in a language old and true,
Every quiet act of love is how the world sees through you,
You don't have to earn the sky, you were always meant to shine,
Cynthia, every piece of you was part of the design

[Bridge]
The cosmos drew your outline long before you learned to doubt,
Every scar became a doorway, every question a way out,
You are rooted and you're reaching — both at once, and that is whole,
There was never anything missing from the making of your soul

[Outro]
Let the tide come in, you don't have to hold it back,
You were always more than anything you thought you lacked,
The sky already knows your name — it always has