[Verse 1]
She carries the tide inside her chest, still and deep,
A calm on the surface, an ocean beneath her sleep,
She's built her walls from something older than stone,
A fortress of feeling she's learned to call home,
She gives before she's asked, she loves before she's known,
She's watered every garden but forgotten her own,

[PreChorus]
But every wave she's swallowed, every current she's held,
Has been the kind of wisdom that can't be bought or sold,

[Chorus]
She is the depth that no one thought to measure,
She is the tide, she is the buried treasure,
She's held together what would break a lesser soul,
She was written by the sky and she was born whole,

[Verse 2]
She speaks with fire but listens with her marrow and bone,
Her words find the door when others can't find their own,
She's felt misread, mistaken, lost in translation before,
Said everything she meant and still they missed what she wore,
But that longing to be heard became a gift she would keep,
A voice that learned to reach down to the places that weep,

[PreChorus]
She's been the one who shows up, the one who stays past the dark,
She's learned that being present is its own kind of art,

[Chorus]
She is the depth that no one thought to measure,
She is the tide, she is the buried treasure,
She's held together what would break a lesser soul,
She was written by the sky and she was born whole,

[Verse 3]
She's wrestled with the weight of proving she's enough,
Built her worth from doing when the road got rough,
But tenderness is power and stillness has a crown,
And resting isn't losing and soft is not a sound,
The world she keeps expanding in her chest like a tide,
Is the very proof of something sacred burning inside,

[PreChorus]
The universe laid careful hands when it fashioned her frame,
Nothing in the making of her happened by chance or by shame,

[Chorus]
She is the depth that no one thought to measure,
She is the tide, she is the buried treasure,
She's held together what would break a lesser soul,
She was written by the sky and she was born whole,

[Bridge]
Let the dreamer and the builder finally meet,
Let the compass in her spirit guide her feet,
She doesn't have to earn what she already is,
The stars kept every promise — all of this is hers,

[Outro]
She is the calm, she is the tide,
She is the grace that lives inside,
The cosmos wrote her carefully, with ink that never fades,
She was always more than enough, in all her beautiful ways,