[Verse 1]
She carries calm like a second skin,
A universe humming quiet within,
Her mind runs deep where the still waters go,
A current beneath what the surface will show,
She thinks in futures, she feels in tides,
Two worlds at once living side by side,

[PreChorus]
She gives her best before she's asked,
And holds the weight behind the mask,

[Chorus]
The sky wrote Rosie in its oldest hand,
A soul too wide for the world to fully understand,
She is the question and the answer too,
Made of electric light and morning dew,

[Verse 2]
She loves like something built to last,
Slow to open, steady, vast,
Not the firework, but the hearth that stays,
Warm and faithful through the longest days,
She'll show you care before she'll show you need,
A guarded heart that still knows how to bleed,

[PreChorus]
She's learned to hold what others drop,
A loyalty that doesn't know how to stop,

[Chorus]
The sky wrote Rosie in its oldest hand,
A soul too wide for the world to fully understand,
She is the question and the answer too,
Made of electric light and morning dew,

[Verse 3]
There's a fire in her that moves before the call,
A hunger for the meaning beneath it all,
She's chased the horizon with her whole chest bare,
And carried old wounds like stones through the air,
The home she needed she had to build alone,
But every crack in the foundation made her more her own,

[PreChorus]
The roots go deep where nobody sees,
She's grown through storms the way light moves through trees,

[Chorus]
The sky wrote Rosie in its oldest hand,
A soul too wide for the world to fully understand,
She is the question and the answer too,
Made of electric light and morning dew,

[Verse 4]
She's dreamed of belonging, of being truly known,
Of a world that holds her the way she holds her own,
She's felt the ache of standing just outside the door,
But what felt like exile was always something more,
She was being shaped for the ground she'd have to break,
Every threshold crossed for her own beautiful sake,

[PreChorus]
The fog is lifting, the words are clear,
Everything she's carried finally makes sense here,

[Chorus]
The sky wrote Rosie in its oldest hand,
A soul too wide for the world to fully understand,
She is the question and the answer too,
Made of electric light and morning dew,

[Bridge]
She doesn't need to earn the space she takes,
The world gets richer every choice she makes,
She was always whole, she was always enough,
The cosmos don't make things unless they're made of love,

[Outro]
So let the stars say what they've always known,
She was never lost, she was always coming home,
Rosie, you are held, you are written in the light,
You were made exactly right,