[Verse 1]
There's a mind that never stops and a heart that runs deep,
Two rivers inside you that never quite sleep,
You read every room before you walk through the door,
Then carry the weight of it long after, alone on the floor,
The world sees the wit, the warmth, the bright open face,
But no one sees the tide you hold in its place

[PreChorus]
You've been so many things for so many others,
Somewhere in the giving, you forgot to recover

[Chorus]
Dorinda, the sky wrote you carefully,
Every contradiction, every gift, every mystery,
You are not too much and you are not too small,
You were made to be exactly all of this, all

[Verse 2]
You love like a conversation that stays up till dawn,
Light and full of wonder, faithful, honest, and warm,
But beneath all that laughter lives something immense,
A hunger for a love that doesn't cost you your sense,
You move before the world can name what you've done,
A fire that decides, then rises into the sun

[PreChorus]
And if the road felt harder than they said it would be,
That weight became your wisdom, that's no accident, believe

[Chorus]
Dorinda, the sky wrote you carefully,
Every contradiction, every gift, every mystery,
You are not too much and you are not too small,
You were made to be exactly all of this, all

[Verse 3]
There's a healer in the shadows doing quiet, patient work,
Gathering the broken pieces others leave in the dirt,
You've stood in your own storms and come out refined,
The kind of deep that only forms in a long-tested mind,
A new moon is rising and it's calling your name,
Something in you is awakening, nothing stays the same

[PreChorus]
The cosmos bent toward you with intention and care,
What blooms in you now was always already there

[Chorus]
Dorinda, the sky wrote you carefully,
Every contradiction, every gift, every mystery,
You are not too much and you are not too small,
You were made to be exactly all of this, all

[Bridge]
You don't have to earn what was given at birth,
The proof was never in the doing, it was always your worth,
Let the new moon find you open, let the old armor rest,
What you've carried as a burden was always a gift

[Outro]
The stars don't make mistakes and they didn't make one here,
Dorinda, you are exactly who you were meant to be, my dear,
Let yourself be held by what the cosmos always knew,
There has never been a sky quite written like you