[Verse 1]
There's a stillness in the way you hold your ground,
A quiet kind of power that the world moves around,
You carry oceans underneath a steady face,
A tide that only rises in your private space,
They see the calm, they never see the pull,
The way your heart stays hungry, rich, and full,

[PreChorus]
You've learned to tend the fire before they see the flame,
And love like something ancient, wild, and without name,

[Chorus]
Devoney, you were written in the deep,
A garden growing slowly in your sleep,
You don't have to prove the worth you've always known,
The cosmos built a home inside your bones,

[Verse 2]
Your mind moves fast but your roots reach further down,
You speak in stories, hand each broken thing a crown,
You've felt the weight of every room before you entered in,
Absorbing all the static, still you find the light within,
You give your warmth like bread upon a table spread,
And carry others' sorrows long after words are said,

[PreChorus]
But who has held the one who holds the world in place,
Who's ever seen the tenderness behind that steady face,

[Chorus]
Devoney, you were written in the deep,
A garden growing slowly in your sleep,
You don't have to prove the worth you've always known,
The cosmos built a home inside your bones,

[Verse 3]
You've touched the dark and come back with your hands still warm,
You've learned that every ache was quietly building form,
There's a stage inside your chest that calls your name out loud,
A voice that clears its throat and rises through the crowd,
The wounds you thought disqualified you were the door,
To every room that waited, asking you for more,

[PreChorus]
The healing isn't somewhere you must travel far to find,
It's already living in the country of your mind,

[Chorus]
Devoney, you were written in the deep,
A garden growing slowly in your sleep,
You don't have to prove the worth you've always known,
The cosmos built a home inside your bones,

[Bridge]
Let the stars that shaped you be the ones you trust,
What was worn and weathered was not turned to dust,
Every thread of longing was a compass, not a scar,
You were never lost — you always knew how far,

[Outro]
Rest now in the truth of what you are,
Devoney, you were always, always, always enough,
The light that made you never burned too far,
The sky still holds your name among the stars,