[Verse 1]
She weighs every word before it leaves her tongue,
Reads the room like scripture, always has done,
There's a diplomat's grace and a wanderer's fire,
A woman who questions and climbs ever higher,
They see the balanced surface, the elegant calm,
But underneath she's an ocean holding everyone's storm

[PreChorus]
She's been the keeper of peace in rooms that took her whole,
Still that restless horizon keeps calling to her soul

[Chorus]
Lynne, you were written in a careful, cosmic hand,
A seeker and a dreamer learning how to stand,
Every scar has been a lantern, every loss a wider door,
Lynne, you are not too much — you were always meant for more

[Verse 2]
She loves like a current that runs dark and deep,
Not the kind you borrow, the kind that you keep,
She's given her loyalty before they earned the right,
Built walls out of heartbreak, dressed the wounds in polite,
But that depth is not a burden, it's the rarest kind of grace,
A cathedral in her chest that no one else could ever replace

[PreChorus]
She's searched for truth in every corner, every creed and sky,
And the searching itself was the compass all this time

[Chorus]
Lynne, you were written in a careful, cosmic hand,
A seeker and a dreamer learning how to stand,
Every scar has been a lantern, every loss a wider door,
Lynne, you are not too much — you were always meant for more

[Verse 3]
She's felt misread a thousand times, mid-sentence, mid-breath,
Like the clearest thing she said got lost somewhere to the left,
That longing to be truly heard — it carved her voice into gold,
Made her listen like a river, made her wise before she was old,
The world needs what she carries in the marrow of her bones,
That sacred ache for meaning is a map, not a stone

[PreChorus]
The stars did not scatter her light across the sky by mistake,
She was placed here with a purpose only she can fully take

[Chorus]
Lynne, you were written in a careful, cosmic hand,
A seeker and a dreamer learning how to stand,
Every scar has been a lantern, every loss a wider door,
Lynne, you are not too much — you were always meant for more

[Verse 4]
There's a healing coming quiet like a change in the air,
Something soft and certain finding her exactly where she stands there,
She's been tending to the garden while forgetting her own roots,
But the ground beneath is ready now to bear her finest fruits,
She doesn't have to earn her place or prove the worth she holds,
She's already the story that the universe retold

[PreChorus]
Let her rest inside the knowing — she is guided, she is held,
Every thread she thought was broken was just waiting to be felt

[Bridge]
She is both the scale and the arrow, the fire and the tide,
All those contradictions are the truest things inside,
The cosmos wrote her carefully with ink that never fades,
She is her own becoming, luminous through every phase

[Outro]
Lynne, you are enough, exactly as you are,
The sky confirmed it long ago in every mapped-out star,
Come home to yourself — the door was always open wide