[Verse 1]
There's a fire in the way you move through the world,
A horizon-chaser with a truth that can't be curled,
You carry other people's weight like it weighs nothing at all,
A quiet architecture holding everyone before the fall,
You see the shape of what could be long before it's there,
And the ones who call it dreaming — they just need your air

[PreChorus]
But between the light you give and the dark you keep inside,
There's a current running deep that no one else can ride

[Chorus]
You were written in the language of the ancient and the wide,
Every wound a door that opened, every storm a place to hide,
You don't have to hold it all together, you don't have to prove the rest,
You were made for more than earning it — you're already at your best

[Verse 2]
The order that you build inside your mind is made of love,
A Virgo-hearted tending to the roots and stars above,
You feel things at a frequency that shakes the floor beneath,
But fold it into service, wrap the ache in something neat,
You've built a home inside yourself from walls you've rearranged,
And everything your family carried — you were born to be the change

[PreChorus]
The path has asked you more than once to carry what was stone,
But what you turned to wisdom, child, was never meant as bone

[Chorus]
You were written in the language of the ancient and the wide,
Every wound a door that opened, every storm a place to hide,
You don't have to hold it all together, you don't have to prove the rest,
You were made for more than earning it — you're already at your best

[Verse 3]
You love like someone who has studied loss and stayed,
Not loud, not fast — like roots that hold when other things have frayed,
You want the kind of love that's real enough to bear the weight,
Where beauty isn't perfect but the intention still runs straight,
You've kept yourself a mystery even to the ones you trust,
But healing is the season when you soften through the crust

[PreChorus]
The sky that made you left a compass stitched behind your ribs,
It's pointing somewhere tender where the truest living lives

[Chorus]
You were written in the language of the ancient and the wide,
Every wound a door that opened, every storm a place to hide,
You don't have to hold it all together, you don't have to prove the rest,
You were made for more than earning it — you're already at your best

[Bridge]
Let the light come through the places you've been cracked,
What the darkness tried to take — the cosmos handed back,
You are not the sum of all the things you couldn't fix,
You're the grace that lives inside the broken in-between the bits

[Outro]
The stars don't ask you to be flawless, only here,
Everything you are was always meant to reappear,
You are held, you are whole, you are enough — and always clear