[Verse 1]
She carries the weight of a thousand quiet tides,
A stillness on the surface and an ocean locked inside,
She reads the room before she speaks, she feels before she knows,
A mind that chases every thread wherever meaning goes,
She builds her love like something you can hold and taste and keep,
And gives the most to those who never think to look that deep,

[PreChorus]
They see the calm, they miss the current underneath,
But every layer she holds close is how she learns to breathe,

[Chorus]
Trisha, you were written in a language all your own,
Every scar a sentence, every silence fully known,
The cosmos mapped your edges and the places in between,
You are more than what they've measured, more than what they've seen,

[Verse 2]
She's tried to find the words for what she cannot say out loud,
Explained herself a hundred times and still got lost in clouds,
But there is something in her voice that carries weight like stone,
A penetrating kind of truth that cuts straight to the bone,
The world may not have always heard the depth behind her tongue,
But every word she holds in trust is one she's finally won,

[PreChorus]
She doesn't need an audience to know that she is real,
Her voice was always worthy of the truths she dares to feel,

[Chorus]
Trisha, you were written in a language all your own,
Every scar a sentence, every silence fully known,
The cosmos mapped your edges and the places in between,
You are more than what they've measured, more than what they've seen,

[Verse 3]
She loves like something ancient that was never meant to fade,
Not loud, but slow and certain, like a promise being made,
She used to bend her edges just to fit another's frame,
But she was never meant to dim the whole of her own flame,
She's learning that her softness is the source of all her power,
That roots go deepest when they're grown through pressure, rain, and hours,

[PreChorus]
The light arriving now has always known the way to her,
Every step she's taken was exactly as it were,

[Chorus]
Trisha, you were written in a language all your own,
Every scar a sentence, every silence fully known,
The cosmos mapped your edges and the places in between,
You are more than what they've measured, more than what they've seen,

[Bridge]
Let the season turn and let the old doubt fall away,
What was buried in the dark is finally finding its day,
You don't need to prove the worth of what you've always been,
You are held, you are enough, you are already seen,

[Outro]
The sky wrote you carefully, with ink that doesn't fade,
Trisha, you were never lost — you were only being made,