[Verse 1]
The tide came in and swept the shore you knew,
Left you standing where the land turns something new,
You built your world around a love held close and deep,
A quiet harbor you were always first to keep,
Now the rooms hold echoes and the nights run long,
But even in the silence, you were never not strong.

[PreChorus]
They see the steady hand, the grace, the open door,
They don't see how hard you've loved or what your loving cost before.

[Chorus]
You are the ocean and the pull of the moon,
A heart that blooms in winter, a tide turning soon,
The story isn't over, it's only changing hands,
You were written for horizons you don't yet understand.

[Verse 2]
There's a mind in you that dances between a thousand thoughts,
Weaving meaning into everything that can't be taught,
You speak with warmth and something ancient in your bones,
A wisdom that was earned from carrying weight alone,
You gave your whole self freely, never counting the cost,
That kind of love's not wasted, not broken, and not lost.

[PreChorus]
The world is wide and calling with a language you know well,
There's a chapter waiting, full of things you've yet to tell.

[Chorus]
You are the ocean and the pull of the moon,
A heart that blooms in winter, a tide turning soon,
The story isn't over, it's only changing hands,
You were written for horizons you don't yet understand.

[Verse 3]
The sky was mapped around you with a bold and restless fire,
A soul too full of wonder to be held by someone's wire,
You've always walked the edge where the known world falls away,
Where the unconventional becomes the truest way,
The grief you carry now is just the proof of what was real,
And what was real becomes the ground on which you start to heal.

[PreChorus]
A Cancer moon is rising, soft and silver in the dark,
Its awakening is yours now, find the compass in your heart.

[Chorus]
You are the ocean and the pull of the moon,
A heart that blooms in winter, a tide turning soon,
The story isn't over, it's only changing hands,
You were written for horizons you don't yet understand.

[Bridge]
Let the old shore hold the memory, let it rest in grace,
Something vast and full of light is opening in its place,
You don't have to know the destination to begin,
The truest kind of courage is just turning toward what's in.

[Outro]
The cosmos wrote you carefully, with ink that doesn't fade,
You are held by every star that watched the life you made,
Go gently, go boldly, go exactly as you are,
You were always more than shelter — you were always your own star.