[Verse 1]
She holds the earth like something borrowed and earned,
Steady on the outside, but inside she burns,
A mind that turns slowly and keeps what it finds,
The kind that goes deeper than most people's lives,
She tends to the world with her hands and her care,
And quietly carries what no one else dares,

[PreChorus]
They see the still water, they don't see the tide,
All those wild currents she's learned how to hide,

[Chorus]
She was written in the bones of an ancient, patient ground,
A lion at the rising, a frequency, a sound,
The sky has always known her, the roots have held her name,
She was never meant to fit — she was built to rearrange,

[Verse 2]
She loves like a conversation that doesn't need to end,
Like a door left open gently for a stranger or a friend,
She's been wounded in the places where she let somebody through,
Built a careful kind of distance 'til she forgot it wasn't true,
But every wall she raised became a testament to this —
That a heart this deep was never meant to only just exist,

[PreChorus]
She asks for very little and she gives without a pause,
But the world she's built around her — it was never hers because,

[Chorus]
She was written in the bones of an ancient, patient ground,
A lion at the rising, a frequency, a sound,
The sky has always known her, the roots have held her name,
She was never meant to fit — she was built to rearrange,

[Verse 3]
There's a new moon rising over everything she's known,
A permission she was waiting for to finally come home,
Not to the place she started but the place she's always been,
Somewhere deep beneath the proving, where she's finally free to breathe,
The Cancer sky is opening like a door she didn't know,
That the awakening she's carried — it was always hers to sow,

[PreChorus]
She doesn't need to earn the light she was already made of,
She just has to let it land — she just has to call it love,

[Chorus]
She was written in the bones of an ancient, patient ground,
A lion at the rising, a frequency, a sound,
The sky has always known her, the roots have held her name,
She was never meant to fit — she was built to rearrange,

[Bridge]
Every wound became a window, every doubt became a door,
She was never lost, she was learning what the darkness is for,
The stars don't make mistakes and they don't waste what they choose,
She is every bit the light that she keeps giving away to use,

[Outro]
The sky wrote her carefully, with ink that doesn't fade,
She is rooted, she is radiant, she is exactly what she's made,
The new moon holds her gently — and the answer has always been,
She was always, always enough — she just needed to begin,