[Verse 1]
She weighs every word before it leaves her lips,
Grace in her hands, balance on her fingertips,
But underneath the calm, a tide runs cold and deep,
A mountain made of feeling she was taught to keep,
She's built a life on being useful, being sure,
Still wondering if the wanting makes her less than pure.

[PreChorus]
She carries more than anyone has ever asked to hold,
And all that silent tending never once gets told.

[Chorus]
Susan, you are carved from something ancient and exact,
Every scar you've worn in secret is a fact,
Of how much light it takes to love the way you do,
The stars spent years becoming someone just like you.

[Verse 2]
She loves in careful details, in the thing you won't forget,
The quiet way she noticed when you hadn't found it yet,
But love has left her cautious, left her armored at the door,
Afraid the depth inside her might be asking for too much more,
The heart that gives before it's asked still doubts if it's enough,
She's so devoted to the gentle, she forgets her own is tough.

[PreChorus]
There's a compass built inside her pointing somewhere true,
The world she's been building always needed someone like her through.

[Chorus]
Susan, you are carved from something ancient and exact,
Every scar you've worn in secret is a fact,
Of how much light it takes to love the way you do,
The stars spent years becoming someone just like you.

[Verse 3]
Now a new moon opens over water, silver, wide,
Calling to the depths she's learned to hide inside,
This is not an ending, this is how the clearing starts,
When the sky goes dark it's making room for brand new hearts,
She's allowed to let the old roots loosen from the ground,
She was never lost — she was always being found.

[PreChorus]
The cosmos wrote her carefully with ink that doesn't fade,
She is every choice she's kept and every prayer she's made.

[Chorus]
Susan, you are carved from something ancient and exact,
Every scar you've worn in secret is a fact,
Of how much light it takes to love the way you do,
The stars spent years becoming someone just like you.

[Bridge]
She doesn't have to earn the right to simply be,
The tide inside her isn't something she should flee,
What she calls her burden, grace would call a gift,
She is the very thing she's been waiting to lift.

[Outro]
Let the new moon find her standing in her own true light,
She was always, always worth the sky tonight.