[Verse 1]
There's a fire in the way you hold a room without trying,
A warmth that pulls people close while part of you stays hiding,
You carry your words like lanterns, lighting someone else's way,
Then fold yourself inward when there's nothing left to say,
The calm they see is real — but so is every tide,
All those fathoms running dark and ancient, deep inside.

[PreChorus]
You've been the shelter and the storm at once,
Learning that both can be where your power comes.

[Chorus]
Dana, you were written in the oldest light,
A lion's grace, an ocean's pull, a Scorpio night,
You don't have to earn the space that you were made to fill,
You are the map, the compass, and the mountain still.

[Verse 2]
You love like something careful, like a hand against the cold,
Like every act of tenderness is something to withhold,
Not from cruelty — from knowing how much weight a heart can bear,
And still you give before you're asked, because you've learned to care,
You've built a home inside yourself with rooms you've never shown,
But what you shelter there is worth more than you've been told.

[PreChorus]
You've swung between the reach and the retreat,
Not knowing yet that both of them make you complete.

[Chorus]
Dana, you were written in the oldest light,
A lion's grace, an ocean's pull, a Scorpio night,
You don't have to earn the space that you were made to fill,
You are the map, the compass, and the mountain still.

[Verse 3]
There's a wound beneath the armor around what you deserve,
A question that keeps surfacing — do they see the work?
You've moved like someone proving that your presence has a place,
When all along your being was already enough to grace,
The world has needed what you carry, needs it still today,
Your quiet kind of knowing clears the fog from someone's way.

[PreChorus]
The stars arranged your depth with such precision,
Every ache in you was always part of the vision.

[Chorus]
Dana, you were written in the oldest light,
A lion's grace, an ocean's pull, a Scorpio night,
You don't have to earn the space that you were made to fill,
You are the map, the compass, and the mountain still.

[Verse 4]
Now something in the season is beginning to turn,
A healing kind of softness that you've finally earned,
The analytical mind that never lets a detail rest,
Is learning that surrender is its own kind of best,
The path ahead is asking you to trust what can't be seen,
To let the intuition lead where logic's never been.

[PreChorus]
You're not behind, you're not too much, you're right on time,
Every wound became the threshold, not the end of the line.

[Chorus]
Dana, you were written in the oldest light,
A lion's grace, an ocean's pull, a Scorpio night,
You don't have to earn the space that you were made to fill,
You are the map, the compass, and the mountain still.

[Bridge]
The cosmos wrote you carefully with ink that never fades,
Every contradiction in you was precisely placed,
You are held by something older than the names we give to things,
Rest inside that knowing now — and feel what freedom brings.

[Outro]
You were always whole, even when it didn't show,
Dana, you are guided, you are loved, and now you know.