[Verse 1]
She spent so many years folding herself small,
Wearing borrowed names like they were all she was at all,
The scales inside her always searching for the ground,
A quiet kind of wisdom that she never quite spoke aloud,
But something deep was stirring underneath the careful calm,
A tide that finally chose to rise instead of carry on

[PreChorus]
The glass is clearing now, the fog has lost its hold,
What was hidden in the dark is turning into gold

[Chorus]
Sheryl, you are not the shape they cut you to be,
You're the light that bends before it breaks, you're finally free,
Every layer that you shed reveals a truer kind of grace,
Sheryl, this is you — arriving, taking up your rightful space

[Verse 2]
She loved like something ancient, like a river running still,
All depth beneath the surface, all devotion, all goodwill,
She gave before she had to, held the weight of other hands,
And swallowed down the guilt that came from not meeting their demands,
But worth was never something she was meant to earn or prove,
She always carried more than anyone who watched her ever knew

[PreChorus]
The glass is clearing now, the fog has lost its hold,
What was hidden in the dark is turning into gold

[Chorus]
Sheryl, you are not the shape they cut you to be,
You're the light that bends before it breaks, you're finally free,
Every layer that you shed reveals a truer kind of grace,
Sheryl, this is you — arriving, taking up your rightful space

[Verse 3]
She's learning now that being is as powerful as doing,
That the peace she always searched for was already moving through her,
The expectations fell like leaves she didn't mourn or miss,
She recognized her own reflection in the quiet after this,
The cosmos wrote her carefully with ink that doesn't fade,
And the woman standing in the light was always, always, made

[PreChorus]
The glass is clearing now, the fog has lost its hold,
What was hidden in the dark is turning into gold

[Chorus]
Sheryl, you are not the shape they cut you to be,
You're the light that bends before it breaks, you're finally free,
Every layer that you shed reveals a truer kind of grace,
Sheryl, this is you — arriving, taking up your rightful space

[Bridge]
She doesn't need the noise to know the stillness holds her name,
The roots ran deep before she ever learned to own her flame,
The world she sees through clearer eyes was waiting all along,
And every part she thought was wrong was always, always strong

[Outro]
She's not becoming something new — she's remembering what's true,
The sky already knew her name before the world did too