[Verse 1]
She keeps the surface smooth, like stone worn soft by time,
A patience built from something older than the climb,
She holds her beauty close, the kind that can't be bought,
A garden growing quiet in the middle of her thought,
She's slow to open up, but lord, when she does give,
It's everything she is and every reason that she lives

[PreChorus]
But underneath the calm, the current never sleeps,
A mind that runs like lightning through the deep

[Chorus]
Diane, you were written in the oldest light,
A steady kind of fire burning clean and bright,
You carry more than anyone will ever see,
But every star that made you says you're finally free

[Verse 2]
She's loved in ways that linger, loyal to the bone,
She gives before she's asked and still she aches alone,
She's reached for things she's built and felt them slip away,
She's questioned what she's worth on more than one dark day,
But every wall she raised was just a way to feel,
And every scar she carries is a proof that she is real

[PreChorus]
The wound she keeps in silence was never hers to own,
It only showed her how to build a home

[Chorus]
Diane, you were written in the oldest light,
A steady kind of fire burning clean and bright,
You carry more than anyone will ever see,
But every star that made you says you're finally free

[Verse 3]
She dreams of something deeper than the world allows,
A truth she's been excavating under all the vows,
She thinks in roots and rivers, she moves in ancient ways,
She's given warmth to others through a thousand ordinary days,
The moon is new and rising now above the water line,
Awakening the part of her she's waited to reclaim as mine

[PreChorus]
The sky has held her name since long before the fall,
And now it calls her forward into all

[Chorus]
Diane, you were written in the oldest light,
A steady kind of fire burning clean and bright,
You carry more than anyone will ever see,
But every star that made you says you're finally free

[Bridge]
She was never meant to fit the mold they tried to hand her,
She was built to be the answer to a wider kind of wonder,
The deepest kind of love she has is the love she gives herself,
And the world is richer, fuller, for the gift she's always held

[Outro]
The cosmos wrote you carefully, with ink that never fades,
You are guided, you are held across a thousand lives and ages,
Diane, come home to yourself — you were always enough,
The light was yours to keep