[Verse 1]
There's a mind that moves like weather, never resting in one place,
Two worlds living in one body, a familiar kind of grace,
She reads the room before she enters, feels the current underground,
But the ocean inside her runs so deep it barely makes a sound,
She builds her life with careful hands, her heart tucked close and tight,
A quiet force that shapes the dark before it shows its light.

[PreChorus]
They see the warmth, they miss the tide,
All that Scorpio depth she carries inside.

[Chorus]
She is rooted in the storm and steady in the flame,
She is more than what the surface ever chose to name,
Written in the oldest ink, held in a careful sky,
She was made to go on burning, she was never meant to hide.

[Verse 2]
She loves like she's been doing it since long before the world began,
Tender in the way she holds things, fierce in how she understands,
She'll give you home before you ask her, make you feel like you belong,
But learning she deserves that shelter too has been the longest song,
She's carried wounds that never had a name or a witness,
Turned every one of them to wisdom, turned the ache into richness.

[PreChorus]
They see the calm, they miss the ache,
All that she holds for everyone else's sake.

[Chorus]
She is rooted in the storm and steady in the flame,
She is more than what the surface ever chose to name,
Written in the oldest ink, held in a careful sky,
She was made to go on burning, she was never meant to hide.

[Verse 3]
She's learning now to trust the voice that clears like summer after rain,
Every word she speaks with purpose, every thought released from chain,
The path she's on was carved by something wiser than her doubt,
Her roots were made for holy ground, her branches reaching out,
She doesn't need to earn her place or prove the stars were right,
The cosmos wrote her carefully and called the writing light.

[PreChorus]
She's been the answer all along,
The sky has always known where she belongs.

[Chorus]
She is rooted in the storm and steady in the flame,
She is more than what the surface ever chose to name,
Written in the oldest ink, held in a careful sky,
She was made to go on burning, she was never meant to hide.

[Bridge]
Let the old confusion clear like fog that finally lifts,
Every scar a kind of language, every loss a kind of gift,
She is held by something ancient, something true and something wide,
All the stars that wrote her story, every one of them, aligned.

[Outro]
She is enough, she has always been enough,
The sky has always known her name.