[Verse 1]
There's a fire behind the calm you show the room,
A mind that reaches past the edge of every moon,
You carry questions like a lantern through the dark,
Always chasing what is true, always feeding that spark,
You were built to wander far and to come home wiser,
Every horizon you've crossed has made you larger.

[PreChorus]
But the weight you hold in silence runs so deep,
The ones you shelter never know how much you keep.

[Chorus]
Nocona, the sky wrote you in its oldest tongue,
A lion-hearted seeker always reaching, never done,
You are rooted and you're boundless all at once,
Nocona, you were never meant to be less than enough.

[Verse 2]
You love like something rare that most can't name,
Graceful when you give it, but you guard the flame,
You weigh every word before you let it land,
You read the room before they understand,
All or nothing when you finally open the door,
Soul-level or nothing, you were built for more.

[PreChorus]
The art of you is balance holding tension with grace,
An arrow aimed at something no one else can trace.

[Chorus]
Nocona, the sky wrote you in its oldest tongue,
A lion-hearted seeker always reaching, never done,
You are rooted and you're boundless all at once,
Nocona, you were never meant to be less than enough.

[Verse 3]
There's a wound you've kept so quiet it became your bone,
A voice that questioned whether all you are was worth being known,
You poured yourself in everything you made with your hands,
Then stood back waiting for the world to understand,
But the brilliance you've been second-guessing all these years,
Is the very thing that carries people through their fears.

[PreChorus]
You don't need to earn the light that you already hold,
The truest version of you never needed to be sold.

[Chorus]
Nocona, the sky wrote you in its oldest tongue,
A lion-hearted seeker always reaching, never done,
You are rooted and you're boundless all at once,
Nocona, you were never meant to be less than enough.

[Bridge]
Let the healing find you like a tide that knows the shore,
You are not what you survived, you are what you rose toward,
Every road you walked alone still led you to this place,
A compass pointing inward, a homecoming called grace.

[Outro]
The cosmos kept its word when it carved you into being,
You are all the things you are, and all of them worth seeing,
Rest now in the knowing, you were never once alone,
Nocona, you have always been exactly right and whole.