[Verse 1]
She moves through the world like still water runs deep,
Tending to everyone else while they sleep,
Her mind is a library, ordered and bright,
But her truest self lives in the quiet of night,
There's an ocean inside her no one gets to see,
And a tide that keeps turning her toward who she'll be.

[PreChorus]
She's built her life with careful, steady hands,
Still learning she deserves what she demands.

[Chorus]
Let the stars speak, Marie, let them call out your name,
You are ancient and tender and bright as a flame,
Every current inside you was written with care,
You are held by the heavens, there's no need to be scared.

[Verse 2]
She loves like a ceremony, loyal and wide,
With a warmth she keeps sheltered somewhere deep inside,
She gave before she was asked, never counted the cost,
Nurturing everyone's dreams while her own got lost,
But the heart that she carries is no burden to bear,
It's the rarest of gardens, and it's hers to share.

[PreChorus]
She's walked through the weight of the unspoken years,
And turned every storm into something that steers.

[Chorus]
Let the stars speak, Marie, let them call out your name,
You are ancient and tender and bright as a flame,
Every current inside you was written with care,
You are held by the heavens, there's no need to be scared.

[Verse 3]
She's felt like the outside looking into the room,
Like something was breaking and blooming too soon,
She rebuilt what was hollow with her own two hands,
Rewrote the old stories on more honest lands,
The wound she once carried became the whole map,
A compass of knowing she won't be going back.

[PreChorus]
The moon always rises to meet the new tide,
And the light she's been seeking has always been inside.

[Chorus]
Let the stars speak, Marie, let them call out your name,
You are ancient and tender and bright as a flame,
Every current inside you was written with care,
You are held by the heavens, there's no need to be scared.

[Bridge]
When the Cancer moon opens like a door in the sky,
Something buried stirs gently and learns how to fly,
This is her season of coming awake,
Every gift she's been holding is hers now to take.

[Outro]
The cosmos wrote her carefully, with ink that won't fade,
She is everything tender and brilliantly made,
The stars have been speaking since the day she arrived,
And every word they have whispered means: you have arrived.