[Verse 1]
She carries the tide without making a sound,
A summer-born soul with both feet on the ground,
Her mind moves like weather, quick, restless, and bright,
She reads between silences, living in light,
The world sees the stillness, the calm, and the care,
But oceans run deeper than anyone's aware,

[PreChorus]
She's built something steady from everything tender,
A quiet authority, soft but with splendor,

[Chorus]
The stars wrote your name in a language of water and will,
Laurette, you were made for the world that you're building still,
Every wave that you've swallowed, every current you've known,
Is the reason the ground underneath you feels like home,

[Verse 2]
She loves like a keeper of something on fire,
Her heart holds its longing somewhere in the choir,
She gives without asking, she tends without show,
A warmth that she carries but few ever know,
She's searched for the order in all of the mess,
And mistook her own wholeness for something that's less,

[PreChorus]
But the flaw she's been fixing was never a flaw,
It was the depth of the river she never quite saw,

[Chorus]
The stars wrote your name in a language of water and will,
Laurette, you were made for the world that you're building still,
Every wave that you've swallowed, every current you've known,
Is the reason the ground underneath you feels like home,

[Verse 3]
She stands at the crossing of hunger and grace,
A mind full of questions, a heart that holds space,
She's walked the long road through the fog and the doubt,
And learned that the darkness is how light gets out,
What rises in her now is ancient and clear,
Something the sky has been saving for here,

[PreChorus]
She doesn't need proving, she never did need it,
The gift was already hers, long before she believed it,

[Chorus]
The stars wrote your name in a language of water and will,
Laurette, you were made for the world that you're building still,
Every wave that you've swallowed, every current you've known,
Is the reason the ground underneath you feels like home,

[Bridge]
Let the moon in you soften what armor remains,
What you carry as burden is really your flame,
The cosmos carved carefully, took its sweet time,
And everything written in you is by design,

[Outro]
So rest in the knowing the sky hasn't missed you,
The tide keeps returning, and every wave chose you,
You are held, you are whole, you were always enough,
Laurette, you were written in everything loved,