[Verse 1]
There's an ocean underneath the calm you show the world,
A tide of feeling quietly kept, tenderly furled,
You notice what the others miss, the fractures and the light,
You carry what you cannot name all through the night,
The healer in you rises first before you've healed your own,
A mercy wider than the sky, quietly outgrown.

[PreChorus]
You've been holding up the whole horizon on your own,
But even sacred water needs a shoreline to call home.

[Chorus]
The stars wrote you in careful ink, a language soft and deep,
A Pisces heart, a Virgo soul, with so much more to keep,
You are not the sum of what you've carried without rest,
You were always, always, always, more than good enough, more than blessed.

[Verse 2]
You love like something ancient that refuses to explain,
Unconventional and steady, built on meaning not on chain,
You need a mind that matches yours, a soul that won't pretend,
Someone who can hold the distance and still meet you at the end,
You've been afraid your depth might be too much for someone's shore,
But the right ones dive beside you, they were waiting for the more.

[PreChorus]
The pull between your inner world and all they need from you,
Is not a flaw, it's just the tide — it knows exactly what to do.

[Chorus]
The stars wrote you in careful ink, a language soft and deep,
A Pisces heart, a Virgo soul, with so much more to keep,
You are not the sum of what you've carried without rest,
You were always, always, always, more than good enough, more than blessed.

[Verse 3]
There's a new moon rising somewhere, calling you to come,
Not back to who you were before but forward into some,
The version of yourself you've kept in shadow, barely named,
The one who needs no proof of worth, no case to be explained,
The compass in your chest points toward the nourishing and true,
The world has always needed what was only ever you.

[PreChorus]
Let the light come through the water, let the tide begin to turn,
Every depth inside you is a gift you finally earn.

[Chorus]
The stars wrote you in careful ink, a language soft and deep,
A Pisces heart, a Virgo soul, with so much more to keep,
You are not the sum of what you've carried without rest,
You were always, always, always, more than good enough, more than blessed.

[Bridge]
The universe built you from the quietest kind of fire,
A soul that heals by being here, not needing to go higher,
What you absorb and what you mend and what you hold alone,
Is proof the cosmos chose this shape and called this whole life home.

[Outro]
Let the Cancer moon awaken what has waited, patient, long,
What was tender all along was never weakness, it was song.