[Verse 1]
You were built from a restless, searching kind of fire,
A mind that chases meaning like a horizon never tires,
You show up with your whole heart, steady, quiet, and true,
But behind the calm composure lives a depth they never knew,
You've carried more than shows, worn your duty like a coat,
Every careful word you've chosen had an ocean in its throat,

[PreChorus]
You think in skies too wide for anyone to hold,
And you've mistaken that for loneliness instead of gold,

[Chorus]
Lynn, you are the arrow and the bow,
The kind of light that takes a while to show,
You don't need to earn the ground beneath your feet,
You were written in the cosmos, and the cosmos don't repeat,

[Verse 2]
You love like something patient carved from stone and ancient tide,
All or nothing at the altar, nothing shallow, nothing wide,
You don't give yourself easily, you've learned what trust can cost,
And every wall you've ever built was just a door you haven't crossed,
The world has seen your capable, your giving, and your grace,
But the version you keep private is your most magnificent place,

[PreChorus]
There's a freedom underneath the role you always play,
A wilder kind of wisdom waiting for its day,

[Chorus]
Lynn, you are the arrow and the bow,
The kind of light that takes a while to show,
You don't need to earn the ground beneath your feet,
You were written in the cosmos, and the cosmos don't repeat,

[Verse 3]
You've questioned every system, every answer, every creed,
Not from lack of faith, but from the hunger that you feed,
Your honesty can cut before you know the blade is bare,
But it comes from something sacred — the belief that truth is care,
You were never made for surface, never meant to just get by,
You were built to hold the thunder and still wonder at the sky,

[PreChorus]
The path you forge is singular, and that was always right,
What once felt like exile was your compass finding light,

[Chorus]
Lynn, you are the arrow and the bow,
The kind of light that takes a while to show,
You don't need to earn the ground beneath your feet,
You were written in the cosmos, and the cosmos don't repeat,

[Bridge]
The fire season's calling and the sky is turning gold,
There are chapters in you rising that have never yet been told,
Every question that you carried was a seed inside the clay,
And the truest version of you is arriving, and she's here to stay,

[Outro]
You are held by something older than the names you've been assigned,
You are enough, exactly as you are, exactly as designed,