[Verse 1]
She notices everything — the frayed edge, the unspoken word,
The way a room feels wrong before a sound is heard,
She builds the world in careful lines, each detail placed just right,
Then tears it down at midnight when the order doesn't fight,
Her roots run deep and tangled through the stories she was given,
She carries what she didn't choose and turns it into living

[PreChorus]
But they only see the surface, calm and measured, clean and bright,
They don't know what burns beneath her to make sure everything's right

[Chorus]
Laura, you were written in a language old as stone,
Every scar a line of poetry, every wound a seed that's grown,
The stars mapped out your contradictions, held them all as true,
There's nothing in you broken — there is only more of you

[Verse 2]
She loves like something ancient, wide and quiet as the tide,
She'll give before she's asked for it and swallow down her pride,
She's chased horizons endlessly, a hunger with no name,
Some call it restlessness, she calls it her eternal flame,
She speaks with warmth and conviction, her words a steady song,
A mind that won't leave anything unturned where it belongs

[PreChorus]
She's pulled between the hearthstone and the open, endless sky,
Between the life she's tending and the one she's waving by

[Chorus]
Laura, you were written in a language old as stone,
Every scar a line of poetry, every wound a seed that's grown,
The stars mapped out your contradictions, held them all as true,
There's nothing in you broken — there is only more of you

[Verse 3]
She's worked so long for recognition that forgot to come,
Kept pouring into others till her own cup was undone,
But healing doesn't ask for proof, it doesn't need applause,
The world is shifting toward her now, slow as nature's laws,
She doesn't need to earn what she already is by right,
A woman made of depth and grace and quietly burning light

[PreChorus]
The cosmos didn't write her small — she's vast and uncontained,
And everything she's carried long is finally being named

[Chorus]
Laura, you were written in a language old as stone,
Every scar a line of poetry, every wound a seed that's grown,
The stars mapped out your contradictions, held them all as true,
There's nothing in you broken — there is only more of you

[Bridge]
Let the need to fix it all rest gently on the ground,
What you are without the doing is the deepest gift around,
The universe has held you through every turn and trial,
You were always home inside yourself — you just forgot a while

[Outro]
So let your stars speak, let them name what you have always known,
You are guided, you are held, you have never been alone