[Verse 1]
She keeps the fire burning low, where no one else can see,
A Leo sun that learned to shine in quiet dignity,
She gave her warmth like open hands, no record and no score,
Carrying the weight of everyone and asking for no more,
But every wall she built with care was also made of grace,
And all the love she held inside was holding her in place

[PreChorus]
They saw the calm, they missed the tide,
All those oceans running deep inside

[Chorus]
Deborah, the stars were drawn around your name,
Every scar you carry is a part of your great flame,
You are not diminished by the chapters that have closed,
You are the whole story, and the best is yet to grow

[Verse 2]
She measured worth in what she built and what she left behind,
A Capricorn moon that learned to guard the most tender part of her mind,
She loved like something ancient, like a hearth that holds its heat,
Creating home in every room, making strangers feel complete,
But she forgot to fill her own cup, forgot to let love in,
The giving was the armor and the armor grew too thin

[PreChorus]
She held so much for everyone in sight,
Now the sky is asking her to hold her own light

[Chorus]
Deborah, the stars were drawn around your name,
Every scar you carry is a part of your great flame,
You are not diminished by the chapters that have closed,
You are the whole story, and the best is yet to grow

[Verse 3]
Now the page turns slowly in the amber afternoon,
And growing into wisdom is its own kind of bloom,
The years are not a taking, they are adding to the weight
Of everything she's gathered and the legacy she'll make,
There is a grace in letting go, in watching embers fade,
The light she built inside herself will never be afraid

[PreChorus]
The old world asks for nothing now but peace,
And every root she planted earns its own release

[Chorus]
Deborah, the stars were drawn around your name,
Every scar you carry is a part of your great flame,
You are not diminished by the chapters that have closed,
You are the whole story, and the best is yet to grow

[Bridge]
Something tender enters now, like morning after rain,
Not erasing what has been, but healing what remains,
The woman she is becoming holds the woman that she was,
And the whole sky bends toward her just because

[Outro]
Let the old doors close with grace, let the new ones open wide,
Every season she has lived runs golden in her tide,
She is rooted, she is ready, she is already home,
Deborah, you were never, ever walking this alone