[Verse 1]
There's a tide inside that no one sees you ride,
A current running deep beneath your quiet pride,
You hold the room together while you hold yourself alone,
You've memorized the map of everyone's way home,
The world calls out for all you give so willingly,
But who has ever asked what you need?

[PreChorus]
Still you rise before the asking,
Still you give without the masking.

[Chorus]
The stars wrote Kayla in a language made of ocean and of flame,
The moon remembers every version, every season that you came,
You are the shelter and the seeker, the still point in the storm,
You were never too much — you were always the right form.

[Verse 2]
You've worked so hard to earn what should have always been your own,
Pressed your worth through tired hands and watched the seeds you've sown,
They measured you in outcomes, never touched your hidden gold,
But every door you carried open told a deeper story told,
The hunger for a meaning that no title satisfies,
That's not restlessness — that's where the visionary lies.

[PreChorus]
Still you climb beyond the ceiling,
Still you love beyond the healing.

[Chorus]
The stars wrote Kayla in a language made of ocean and of flame,
The moon remembers every version, every season that you came,
You are the shelter and the seeker, the still point in the storm,
You were never too much — you were always the right form.

[Verse 3]
You love like something ancient that was never taught to quit,
Like warmth inside a threshold that was built just right to fit,
You've broken what was handed down and built it back with care,
Rewritten what a home can mean, what roots can choose to bear,
The mind that debates itself is one that holds both sides as true —
That's not confusion, that's the grace of someone thinking through.

[PreChorus]
Now let the light you've carried forward,
Turn and finally face toward.

[Chorus]
The stars wrote Kayla in a language made of ocean and of flame,
The moon remembers every version, every season that you came,
You are the shelter and the seeker, the still point in the storm,
You were never too much — you were always the right form.

[Bridge]
The season turning bright is not a promise made to someone else,
It's the cosmos clearing space for you to finally claim yourself,
Every dawn you've held together built the ground beneath your feet,
You were always the beginning of the story, not the retreat.

[Outro]
Let the light move in, let the old weight go,
You were written by the universe a long time ago,
Everything you are is everything enough — it's true,
The stars have always known exactly who is you.