[Verse 1]
She reads the room before a word is said,
Feels the weight of what stays left unsaid instead,
Still waters on the surface, ocean underneath,
A mind that cuts like winter, quiet as a sheath,
She shows up for the world before she's asked,
And carries more than anyone has ever tasked,

[PreChorus]
But the tide knows its own power and its own deep name,
And the fire in the dark is not something to tame,

[Chorus]
Diane, you were written in the bones of the earth,
Every scar on your story is evidence of worth,
Diane, you don't have to earn what was already given,
You are whole, you are ancient, you are fully living,

[Verse 2]
She loves like a horizon, far and wide and free,
Needs a soul that meets her truth, not just her company,
She's built her hands on service, built her name on care,
And swallowed back the longing like it wasn't there,
But the way she gives is not a wound, it's a design,
Something patient, something steady, something genuinely fine,

[PreChorus]
The ache inside the giving is not weakness, it's a proof,
That the heart that holds the most has also held the truth,

[Chorus]
Diane, you were written in the bones of the earth,
Every scar on your story is evidence of worth,
Diane, you don't have to earn what was already given,
You are whole, you are ancient, you are fully living,

[Verse 3]
She's questioned every doorway, every map, and every creed,
Not because she's lost, but because she plants a deeper seed,
The world she imagined and the world that showed its face,
Left a quiet ache she kept in her most private place,
But that hunger for the real is where her wisdom grew,
Into something the world is not yet ready to undo,

[PreChorus]
The stars aligned with patience, they were never in a rush,
And the legacy she's building is more gold than gilded dust,

[Chorus]
Diane, you were written in the bones of the earth,
Every scar on your story is evidence of worth,
Diane, you don't have to earn what was already given,
You are whole, you are ancient, you are fully living,

[Bridge]
Let the season turn and let the old light in,
Let the one who held the world rest under her own skin,
She was never what she feared, she was never what she hid,
She is everything she's searched for, and she always was, she did,

[Outro]
The cosmos wrote her carefully with ink that never fades,
Diane, you are the light inside the longest of your days,
You were held before you asked, you will be held still,
You are enough, you are enough, you always were and always will,