[Verse 1]
There's a stillness in the way you hold the room,
Like still water running deep beneath the moon,
You've mapped the world through feeling, not through fact,
And carried every person that the world held back,
They see the calm — they never see the tide,
All the oceans you've been navigating inside

[PreChorus]
You've poured yourself in every quiet place,
Now the stars are asking — who tends to your grace?

[Chorus]
Deborah, you are ancient and you're new,
The kind of light that holds when nothing else will do,
You don't have to earn the ground beneath your feet,
You were written whole — you were born complete

[Verse 2]
You speak in metaphor, in memory, in dream,
Not everyone can follow where your currents stream,
You've swallowed words that should have had their say,
Built your worth from labor while your longing stayed,
The wound of being heard but never truly known —
That ache became the doorway to the deepest home

[PreChorus]
You've earned a kind of wisdom hard to name,
That only comes from walking through the flame

[Chorus]
Deborah, you are ancient and you're new,
The kind of light that holds when nothing else will do,
You don't have to earn the ground beneath your feet,
You were written whole — you were born complete

[Verse 3]
You love like something neither bound nor sold,
A freedom wrapped in loyalty, a fire wrapped in gold,
You crave the kind of closeness that transforms,
Not the shelter from the weather — you want the storm,
And every time the world remade your shape,
You didn't break — you shed what wasn't yours to take

[PreChorus]
The sky above was watching every turn,
What you've carried long enough has served its term

[Chorus]
Deborah, you are ancient and you're new,
The kind of light that holds when nothing else will do,
You don't have to earn the ground beneath your feet,
You were written whole — you were born complete

[Bridge]
Leo season rises, finds you finally free,
Not from the world — but from who you thought you had to be,
The sun is leaning in to say what you've long known,
Every root you've ever planted — you are home

[Outro]
You were never just surviving, you were always becoming,
The cosmos wrote you carefully and kept the presses running,
Rest now, Deborah — the proof was always there,
You are held by something older than the air