[Verse 1]
There's a mind that moves like water over stone,
Two voices in one chest, never quite alone,
Quick enough to catch the thought before it lands,
And steady as the earth beneath patient hands,
You light up every room before you choose a seat,
Then wonder if the version that they saw was incomplete.

[PreChorus]
The ocean lives inside the shell you wear with grace,
A tide that no one sees when they're looking at your face.

[Chorus]
Phyllis, you are written in a language all your own,
Every part of you that wanders always finds its way home,
You are made of morning light and depth that has no end,
You are not too much, you've never been too much — begin.

[Verse 2]
You love like something rooted, like a garden in July,
Like a meal set out for someone who forgot to ask you why,
You give before the asking, hold the door against the cold,
Then quietly go hungry for the warmth you freely fold,
The loyalty you carry could outlast a mountain's spine,
But you were made to receive love, not just pour it down the line.

[PreChorus]
There's a fire in the way you reach for what could be,
And a quiet voice that tells you that you have to earn the free.

[Chorus]
Phyllis, you are written in a language all your own,
Every part of you that wanders always finds its way home,
You are made of morning light and depth that has no end,
You are not too much, you've never been too much — begin.

[Verse 3]
You've carried recognition like a debt you couldn't place,
Worked until your hands were full and still felt out of space,
But the world that didn't see you was not the final word,
The most enduring songs are those that take time to be heard,
And what you call unfinished, the universe calls in bloom,
There is no throne you've missed — you're building your own room.

[PreChorus]
The compass in your chest already knows the north,
It's been pointing home the whole time, calling you forth.

[Chorus]
Phyllis, you are written in a language all your own,
Every part of you that wanders always finds its way home,
You are made of morning light and depth that has no end,
You are not too much, you've never been too much — begin.

[Verse 4]
The sky above your birth was lit with something rare and true,
A mind that questions everything and still sees beauty through,
The restlessness you carry is a compass, not a flaw,
The searching is the answer, and the wonder is the law,
You are not here to prove yourself to anyone alive,
You are here because the world needs what only you can give.

[PreChorus]
Leo season rises and the light returns to stay,
And everything you've tended quietly comes into day.

[Chorus]
Phyllis, you are written in a language all your own,
Every part of you that wanders always finds its way home,
You are made of morning light and depth that has no end,
You are not too much, you've never been too much — begin.

[Bridge]
You don't need to earn the softness or justify the ache,
Every thread of you is sacred, every choice you didn't make,
The cosmos wrote you carefully in ink that doesn't fade,
And every scar became the altar where your strength was made.

[Outro]
So let the light find you exactly where you stand,
You were always held, you've always been the plan,
Phyllis, you are whole — not almost, not in part,
The stars have always known the name inside your heart.