[Verse 1]
There's a fire in the way you hold the room without trying,
A warmth that pulls people in while part of you keeps flying,
Two minds living in one chest, quick and ever-shifting,
A heart that reads the weather of a crowd without lifting,
You've shaped yourself from what the years have asked you to carry,
Roots like iron, but the branches never stay too stationary,

[PreChorus]
They see the confidence, they don't see the tide,
All that restless tenderness you learn to keep inside,

[Chorus]
Susan, you were written in a language all your own,
A lion and a wanderer who somehow makes it home,
Every storm you've moved through left you softer, not undone,
The sky mapped you carefully before you'd even begun,

[Verse 2]
You love like someone building shelter in the middle of rain,
Tender and protective, but you rarely speak your own pain,
You give before you're asked and hold when others are breaking,
And quietly rebuild yourself while everyone else is taking,
The beauty that you carry lives in how you see the world,
In every careful word you speak, in every thought unfurled,

[PreChorus]
You've chased the vision and the detail all at once,
That ache for something perfect is the proof of what you've done,

[Chorus]
Susan, you were written in a language all your own,
A lion and a wanderer who somehow makes it home,
Every storm you've moved through left you softer, not undone,
The sky mapped you carefully before you'd even begun,

[Verse 3]
There's a part of you that wonders if belonging is for others,
The one who heals the room but leaves before the night recovers,
You've carried visions wider than the people standing near you,
And swallowed your own longing just so everyone could hear you,
But the wound that made you porous also made you whole,
The light that comes through broken things is still the truest gold,

[PreChorus]
You don't have to earn your place in every room you enter,
You were already enough before you learned to be a mender,

[Chorus]
Susan, you were written in a language all your own,
A lion and a wanderer who somehow makes it home,
Every storm you've moved through left you softer, not undone,
The sky mapped you carefully before you'd even begun,

[Bridge]
Something old is lifting, something true is breaking through,
A season made of healing has been waiting just for you,
You are not what you've survived, you're what you chose to grow,
A quiet revolution only you were born to know,

[Outro]
So rest here in the knowing that the stars do not forget,
Susan, you're becoming what you haven't fully met,