[Verse 1]
She reads the room before a word is said,
Feels the weight of what's been left unsaid instead,
There's an ocean underneath that steady gaze,
And a mind that maps the dark like it's a maze,
She carries what she loves like it's a foundation stone,
Building something sacred, even when she feels alone

[PreChorus]
They see the grace, they don't see the tide,
All those fathoms running deep inside

[Chorus]
This is Laura, more than meets the eye,
A thousand currents moving where the still waters lie,
Laura, written by the hand of something true,
The kind of soul the universe takes its time to do

[Verse 2]
She's spent whole years making sure the peace would hold,
Smoothing every edge before her own needs could unfold,
Her words arrive like weather, slow and carefully placed,
Every syllable a gift she thought she had to earn with grace,
There's a fire burning quiet in the hidden hours of night,
The kind that doesn't need a stage to know it's burning bright

[PreChorus]
She's not afraid of depth, she's lived inside it long,
What looked like being gentle was the quiet name for strong

[Chorus]
This is Laura, more than meets the eye,
A thousand currents moving where the still waters lie,
Laura, written by the hand of something true,
The kind of soul the universe takes its time to do

[Verse 3]
She loves like something older than the words we have for love,
Like a threshold and a shelter and a hand held without gloves,
She's questioned every doctrine that was handed to her whole,
And built her own cathedral from the searching of her soul,
Not having enough was once the wound that hollowed out her chest,
But every scar became a doorway to the richer and the blessed

[PreChorus]
She doesn't need to prove the depth of all she's worth,
The proof is in the way she moves through every inch of earth

[Chorus]
This is Laura, more than meets the eye,
A thousand currents moving where the still waters lie,
Laura, written by the hand of something true,
The kind of soul the universe takes its time to do

[Bridge]
The light that's coming doesn't ask her to be more,
It finds her at the threshold and it opens up the door,
She was mapped before she knew what she was carrying,
And everything she is — is everything she's meant to be

[Outro]
Rest now in the knowing, let the seeking be enough,
Laura, you were written in the sky before the world showed up