[Verse 1]
There's a mind like open sky, always reaching past the edge,
Every conversation lit like standing on a ledge,
She holds a whole philosophy behind a simple phrase,
And loves the kind of people who can match her gaze,
They see the calm, they don't see the tide,
All those undercurrents living deep inside

[PreChorus]
She's been asking the big questions since before she knew their names,
Learning that the answers live somewhere beyond the frames

[Chorus]
She was written by the cosmos, letter pressed in light,
Every contradiction in her making something right,
The universe did not mistake a single thing it placed,
She is not too much — she's everything, and nothing goes to waste

[Verse 2]
She pours herself like water into every word she gives,
Speaks with such precision that the listener relives,
The ache of being seen, the grace of being known,
But carries in the quiet a wound she calls her own,
That somewhere deep she questions if her worth is real,
Not knowing that the questioning itself reveals the steel

[PreChorus]
The fire that she carries didn't come from easy days,
It came from walking through the dark and choosing not to stay

[Chorus]
She was written by the cosmos, letter pressed in light,
Every contradiction in her making something right,
The universe did not mistake a single thing it placed,
She is not too much — she's everything, and nothing goes to waste

[Verse 3]
She loves like someone ancient, like a frequency, a hum,
Friendship first, then soul-deep, then the world becomes undone,
She wants a love that questions, that expands, that doesn't cage,
That honors both the wanderer and the rooted sage,
And all the times she gave before she filled her own cup first,
That wasn't weakness — that was love that didn't know its worth

[PreChorus]
The light she's been withholding is the very light they need,
Leo moon in full bloom — there's a stage beneath her feet

[Chorus]
She was written by the cosmos, letter pressed in light,
Every contradiction in her making something right,
The universe did not mistake a single thing it placed,
She is not too much — she's everything, and nothing goes to waste

[Bridge]
What she's carried like a burden is a compass, not a cross,
Every door that didn't open was a door she didn't loss,
She is standing at the threshold of the life she was designed,
The stars have always known her — now it's time she changed her mind

[Outro]
She was never lost, just learning how to find the way back home,
The cosmos wrote her carefully — she was never meant to roam alone