[Verse 1]
There's a mind inside you that never stops turning,
Cataloguing every detail, quietly discerning,
You see the flaw in the frame before the paint is dry,
But that same eye finds beauty that the rest pass by,
They see the calm you carry like a pressed white seam,
They don't see the current running deep beneath the dream,

[PreChorus]
You've been holding up the world with careful hands,
Afraid that falling short means no one understands,

[Chorus]
But you were written in a language older than doubt,
Every question that you carry is your compass out,
The precision in your bones was never meant to cage,
It's the steady hand that turns the world's most sacred page,

[Verse 2]
Your heart speaks in a dozen voices, changes like the wind,
Quick to find the silver thread that others can't begin,
And underneath that restless mind there's something vast and still,
An ocean running fathoms deep, a quietly sovereign will,
You feel things at a level that the surface never shows,
You grieve alone, you heal alone, but oh — how deep it goes,

[PreChorus]
You've loved like it's a language you were born already knowing,
Grand in every gesture, loyal, generously glowing,

[Chorus]
But you were written in a language older than doubt,
Every question that you carry is your compass out,
The precision in your bones was never meant to cage,
It's the steady hand that turns the world's most sacred page,

[Verse 3]
You've built yourself from blueprints of a home that wasn't whole,
Redefined what safety means and made it from your soul,
There's a wildness in your calling that won't fit a borrowed mold,
A refusal to be packaged, to be catalogued or sold,
The world keeps pulling at your edges, asking you to shrink,
But you were born to stand at every too-uncomfortable brink,

[PreChorus]
The light that Leo season pours is meant for you to claim,
Not the version they expect — the one that bears your name,

[Chorus]
But you were written in a language older than doubt,
Every question that you carry is your compass out,
The precision in your bones was never meant to cage,
It's the steady hand that turns the world's most sacred page,

[Bridge]
Let the summer open something you've kept sealed too long,
The wound that taught you tenderness was also what made you strong,
You don't need permission from the version of yourself in fear,
The stars mapped this moment out — and everything you are is here,

[Outro]
You are held in something ancient, you are seen without pretense,
Whole and worthy, not in spite of it all — because of it, and hence,
Rest in that, just for a moment — let the cosmos do the rest,
You were never lost, just learning you were always fully blessed,