[Verse 1]
There's a fire in the way she moves, a crown she never named,
A heart that holds the whole room up while quietly containing flame,
She speaks and something shifts in the air, bold and warm and true,
A mind that never rests until it's found the deeper view,
She's built for something lasting, though the world just sees the shine,
The discipline behind the light is hers, and hers by design

[PreChorus]
She carries more than anyone could see beneath that open face,
A universe of feeling moving under all that grace

[Chorus]
She is the tide and the fire, the balance and the storm,
Something ancient in her longing, something steady in her form,
Written carefully by something bigger than a name,
The cosmos didn't make her twice — she never will be plain

[Verse 2]
She loves like she's already lost and found the other side,
All or nothing at the altar, nothing shallow, nothing wide,
She gives before she's asked to give, and keeps the rest inside,
A private ocean running deep beneath the polished tide,
But love has left its fingerprints on places still too sore,
And she's been learning that her wounds don't make her worth less than before

[PreChorus]
The scars were never evidence of all the ways she broke,
They're proof of every version that survived and woke

[Chorus]
She is the tide and the fire, the balance and the storm,
Something ancient in her longing, something steady in her form,
Written carefully by something bigger than a name,
The cosmos didn't make her twice — she never will be plain

[Verse 3]
She carries other people's skies and calls it second nature,
An instinct woven into bone — protector, keeper, maker,
But somewhere underneath the role she plays for everyone,
There's a version of her waiting in the quiet when the day is done,
Not the strong one, not the steady one — just breathing, just allowed,
Just a woman who deserves the love she gives out to the crowd

[PreChorus]
She doesn't need to earn the right to take up all her space,
She was already whole before she ever ran the race

[Chorus]
She is the tide and the fire, the balance and the storm,
Something ancient in her longing, something steady in her form,
Written carefully by something bigger than a name,
The cosmos didn't make her twice — she never will be plain

[Verse 4]
A new moon rising over water, something clearing in the deep,
All the things she set aside are surfacing from sleep,
There's an awakening that's calling her to finally come back in,
Not the person she performed — the one she's always been,
The world needs what she carries and she's learning now to trust,
That being real is not a risk — for her, it's an absolute must

[PreChorus]
The stars aligned around a purpose she has always known,
Every road she thought led nowhere carried her back home

[Bridge]
She is enough in the silence, enough in the ache,
Enough in the middle of every beautiful mistake,
Let the moon be her witness, let the dark be her rest,
She was made for this moment and the moment is blessed

[Outro]
The tide comes in — it always does,
And she is still the light beneath the flood,
Held by something she can't name but always feels,
She is real, she is whole, she is here