[Verse 1]
She moves through the world like water through stone,
Feeling everything deeply but carrying it alone,
A mind that thinks in poetry, in current and in tide,
What the surface shows is only half of what lives inside,
She's built from ancient oceans and a hunger for the truth,
And the questions she keeps asking are the proof of something new

[PreChorus]
She gives before she's asked, loves wider than the frame,
And every time she's broken, she comes back just the same

[Chorus]
Bernadette, you are the depth that no one measure,
You are the wound that turned itself to treasure,
You are the tide, the truth, the long way home,
You were never meant to carry this alone

[Verse 2]
She's heard a hundred philosophies and carried every one,
She reads the world like scripture under some far-reaching sun,
She searches for belonging like a sailor seeks the shore,
And every place she's rested has left her wanting more,
That restless pull inside her isn't longing — it's a call,
The kind that only answers when she's willing to stand tall

[PreChorus]
She's weighing every action, every consequence and cost,
But what she calls her hesitation, others call her trust

[Chorus]
Bernadette, you are the depth that no one measures,
You are the wound that turned itself to treasure,
You are the tide, the truth, the long way home,
You were never meant to carry this alone

[Verse 3]
She loves like something timeless, like a current underground,
She offers all her softness in the place where walls are found,
She built a life from feeling what most people never touch,
And wondered if her sensitivity was always just too much,
But the world was never broken by the ones who felt too deep —
It was healed by them, quietly, while everyone else slept

[PreChorus]
The stars that wrote her carefully still hold her in their frame,
And everything she's walked through has been building to her name

[Chorus]
Bernadette, you are the depth that no one measures,
You are the wound that turned itself to treasure,
You are the tide, the truth, the long way home,
You were never meant to carry this alone

[Bridge]
The universe did not make her small to keep her safe inside,
It made her wide enough to hold the turning of the tide,
Let her lay the weight of proving down beside the door,
She was already whole before she started keeping score

[Outro]
She is guided, she is held, she is enough,
The kind of soul the cosmos writes with love,
Bernadette, the deep calls out to deep —
And everything she's dreamed of, she can keep