[Verse 1]
There's a fire in the way you enter every room,
Not loud, but certain — like the breaking of a bloom,
You move before the map, you speak before the plan,
You've always known the way without needing to understand,
But beneath that blazing forward, there's a tide that turns and waits,
A heart that weighs the beauty of a thing before it breaks.

[PreChorus]
They see the charge, they miss the current running deep,
The balance that you carry, all the vigils that you keep.

[Chorus]
Trista, you were written in a language made of light,
Half the open horizon, half the stillness of the night,
You are the fire and the longing and the wisdom in between,
Trista, you are every version of yourself, and all of them are seen.

[Verse 2]
You love like something ancient, wide, and quiet as the sea,
All or nothing, bone-deep truth, nothing surface, nothing free,
You've handed over pieces of yourself before you named the cost,
And called the giving generous when really you were lost,
But that capacity to love without a ceiling or a floor —
That's not your wound, that's what the world is hungry for.

[PreChorus]
The questions you keep swallowing were always worth the air,
The compass lives inside of you — it's been there, it's been there.

[Chorus]
Trista, you were written in a language made of light,
Half the open horizon, half the stillness of the night,
You are the fire and the longing and the wisdom in between,
Trista, you are every version of yourself, and all of them are seen.

[Verse 3]
You've built a life with careful hands and questioned every stone,
Gone looking for a philosophy to call your own,
That restlessness was never doubt — it was a sacred kind of thirst,
The ones who chase the deeper truth get tested hard and first,
You don't need to earn your place by proving what you're worth,
You were already enough the moment you arrived on earth.

[PreChorus]
The sky above you now is turning gold and open wide,
Leo season rising, let the sun illuminate your pride.

[Chorus]
Trista, you were written in a language made of light,
Half the open horizon, half the stillness of the night,
You are the fire and the longing and the wisdom in between,
Trista, you are every version of yourself, and all of them are seen.

[Bridge]
You were never too much — you were always just enough,
The tenderness inside you is the truest kind of tough,
Every road you walked alone has led you somewhere real,
You are whole, you are held, you are allowed to feel.

[Outro]
The stars did not forget you when they mapped the evening sky,
They wrote you into everything — the low tide and the high,
You don't need to be anything but present and alive,
Trista, you have always, always known how to survive.