[Verse 1]
Two voices live inside one breath, a mind that never sleeps,
A still surface on the water hiding fathomless deeps,
She holds the world in conversation, brilliant and awake,
While underneath the current turns with everything at stake,
She reads the room before it speaks, she feels what can't be said,
A heart that thinks, a mind that loves, and carries both like bread,

[PreChorus]
They see the light, they miss the tide,
All those oceans running deep inside,

[Chorus]
She is the question and the answer, the shadow and the flame,
A soul that touches hidden worlds and rises just the same,
The universe has written her with ink that will not fade,
She is enough, she has always been enough, exactly as she's made,

[Verse 2]
She loves like something ancient, like a hearth in winter rain,
She builds a home inside her hands and offers it again,
But who has ever held the one who holds the world so near,
Who asked her what she needed, who refused to disappear,
The wound that runs through closeness is the same wound that will heal,
When she lets love find her worthy of the very things she feels,

[PreChorus]
She gives before she's asked to give,
Now let her learn the way to live,

[Chorus]
She is the question and the answer, the shadow and the flame,
A soul that touches hidden worlds and rises just the same,
The universe has written her with ink that will not fade,
She is enough, she has always been enough, exactly as she's made,

[Verse 3]
A restless mind that chases light through corridors of thought,
Still waters carved by stone, a quiet war so long and hard fought,
She earns her sense of worth in silence, proves it every day,
Not knowing that the stars had called her worthy from the first ray,
The lion's season turns again, and something opens wide,
A golden door inside her chest she's never stepped inside,

[PreChorus]
The sky is not above her now,
It's always been inside somehow,

[Chorus]
She is the question and the answer, the shadow and the flame,
A soul that touches hidden worlds and rises just the same,
The universe has written her with ink that will not fade,
She is enough, she has always been enough, exactly as she's made,

[Bridge]
Let the old becoming go, let the proving season end,
What she carries is the compass, not a burden she must tend,
All the depth she thought was darkness is the soil where she grows,
She was written in the heavens long before she ever knows,

[Outro]
The stars have always held her name without a sound,
She is not lost — she is the most sacred thing she's found,
Guided, held, and whole,
She was always home,