[Verse 1]
There's a mountain in the way you hold your ground,
A quiet kind of thunder with no need for sound,
You carry what you've built with careful, steadied hands,
And still there's something restless that the structure never planned,
An arrow in your chest that points beyond the ridge,
A heart that needs the open sky to feel it's lived

[PreChorus]
You're the stone and you're the seeker all at once,
A paradox that only makes you more than enough

[Chorus]
You are ancient and unfinished, wild and tried,
Equal parts the steady ground and the unruly tide,
Every scar you carry quietly was building something true,
The cosmos wrote you carefully, and it wrote you through

[Verse 2]
You love like something sacred kept below the surface deep,
A devotion no one sees you hold, a vigil that you keep,
You give before you're asked and feel before the words arrive,
Then wonder why it's easier to help than to survive,
You've absorbed so many storms and called it being strong,
But tending to your own roots isn't where you don't belong

[PreChorus]
The wound you hide was never proof that you were incomplete,
It was the underground river making everything you'd meet

[Chorus]
You are ancient and unfinished, wild and tried,
Equal parts the steady ground and the unruly tide,
Every scar you carry quietly was building something true,
The cosmos wrote you carefully, and it wrote you through

[Verse 3]
Your mind moves like a current that the banks can't hold,
Breaking clean through certainty to find a truth more bold,
You've torn apart the systems just to understand the core,
Rebuilt your own beliefs from every rubble on the floor,
And where others found an ending you kept moving toward the light,
That's not restlessness, that's vision walking forward in the night

[PreChorus]
You don't need permission for the life that's calling you,
The authority you've longed for, love, has always lived in you

[Chorus]
You are ancient and unfinished, wild and tried,
Equal parts the steady ground and the unruly tide,
Every scar you carry quietly was building something true,
The cosmos wrote you carefully, and it wrote you through

[Bridge]
Let the season turn and fill you like a field after the rain,
What the light touches in you now was never yours to contain,
You are not behind, not broken, not too much and not too late,
You are exactly at the threshold of the life you came to make

[Outro]
The stars that named you haven't finished speaking yet,
You are held by something older than the night and what it set,
Rest into the knowing that you're seen down to the root,
You were made to bloom exactly as you are — and so you do