[Verse 1]
There's a fire that moves before the world can catch up to the flame,
A mind that rewrites every room the moment that she came,
She carries warmth like open arms and precision like a blade,
The loudest light in any crowd, yet half of her's in shade,
She tends to everyone's garden while her own goes without rain,
And calls it love — because for her, it always was the same

[PreChorus]
She sees the mess and finds the meaning anyway,
A quiet storm that builds toward something beautiful to say

[Chorus]
Pauline, you were written in the oldest kind of light,
A Leo heart that learned to serve and still came out to fight,
You don't need to earn the space that you were born to fill,
The stars already placed your name upon the highest hill

[Verse 2]
She loves like home — like candlelight and something always warm,
The kind of love that holds the door and weathers every storm,
She reads the room before she speaks, feels everything unsaid,
But rarely lets them see the ocean moving in her head,
She gives before she's asked and waits in silence for the rest,
Forgetting that the one who gives deserves the very best

[PreChorus]
She's built from mountain patience and a restless kind of grace,
A woman who has earned every line upon her face

[Chorus]
Pauline, you were written in the oldest kind of light,
A Leo heart that learned to serve and still came out to fight,
You don't need to earn the space that you were born to fill,
The stars already placed your name upon the highest hill

[Verse 3]
The world outside once told her that belonging had a price,
That fitting in meant folding up and sacrificing twice,
But she was never meant to shrink — she was the ceiling raised,
The one who walks into the dark so others aren't afraid,
And now a new moon holds its breath above the tidal shore,
Awakening the part of her that's always known there's more

[PreChorus]
The tide is turning gently back toward what is truly hers,
The light returning to the one who always lit the world for others first

[Chorus]
Pauline, you were written in the oldest kind of light,
A Leo heart that learned to serve and still came out to fight,
You don't need to earn the space that you were born to fill,
The stars already placed your name upon the highest hill

[Bridge]
Let the new moon find you resting in your own becoming,
Every careful, glowing piece of you still quietly humming,
You are not the sum of all the things you couldn't mend,
You are the whole unfolding story — never just the end

[Outro]
The cosmos wrote you carefully, with ink that will not fade,
Every wave, every fire, every choice that you have made,
You are held inside a story only you were meant to tell,
And Pauline, you have always done it beautifully and well