[Verse 1]
There's a mind that moves like water finding cracks,
Always counting what is missing, covering tracks,
The world sees someone steady, measured, and still,
But there's a current underneath running against the hill,
You've carried quiet like a stone inside your chest,
Doing more than anyone asks, calling it your best.

[PreChorus]
But the depth you hide is not a flaw to outrun,
It's the whole of the ocean, not just what's shown to the sun.

[Chorus]
Michele, you were written in a language too precise,
Every detail of your caring has a name and a price,
You don't have to earn the space that was always yours to take,
You are not what you fix — you're the light the fixed things make.

[Verse 2]
There's a fire behind the stillness, slow to ignite,
That waits and watches, patient, then moves in the night,
You love by showing up when no one asked you to,
By remembering the things that mattered to them too,
But somewhere in the giving you forgot to receive,
Built a life for everyone else and told yourself to leave.

[PreChorus]
What you pour into the world is not wasted or wrong,
But the one who needs your tenderness has needed it all along.

[Chorus]
Michele, you were written in a language too precise,
Every detail of your caring has a name and a price,
You don't have to earn the space that was always yours to take,
You are not what you fix — you're the light the fixed things make.

[Verse 3]
There's a season turning over somewhere deep in you,
Where the path that's unconventional is finally the true,
You've questioned every ceiling that was built for someone small,
You've rebuilt yourself in silence after each and every fall,
That isn't proof of breaking — it's the mark of being reborn,
Every shedding of a version was a crown and not a thorn.

[PreChorus]
The sky above you mapped a soul too real to contain,
And every transformation was the sun after the rain.

[Chorus]
Michele, you were written in a language too precise,
Every detail of your caring has a name and a price,
You don't have to earn the space that was always yours to take,
You are not what you fix — you're the light the fixed things make.

[Bridge]
Leo's season comes to meet you where you are,
The cosmos lit a doorway and it's open wide and far,
This is not about becoming something you are not,
This is you arriving at the center of the plot.

[Outro]
You were always meant to take up room, to stay, to shine,
The stars did not write you softly — they wrote every line.
Rest now in the knowing that the searching has been right,
You are held, Michele — and you have always been the light.