[Verse 1]
She came in carrying more than anyone could see,
A deep-sea diver born into the art of being free,
The kind of mind that rewires a broken thing by noon,
Who keeps the porch light burning for the ones who'll come back soon,
Magnetic just by standing still, a presence hard to place,
An old intensity behind the welcome on her face,

[PreChorus]
She learned that doing it alone was how she proved her worth,
But every scar she carried quietly was currency, not curse,

[Chorus]
Amy, the full moon's rising over everything you've known,
Every wall you built around your heart has made you strong enough to own,
You were forged in the between—the depth, the drive, the ache,
Amy, this is your light, this is your claim to make,

[Verse 2]
She loves like she rewrites the rules before she signs her name,
Loyal past the point of logic, steady as a held flame,
Not the rose you put in water—she's the garden and the gate,
The kind of care that shows up early, never shows up late,
She gives her whole attention like a document she's signed,
With a heart that holds the people and a blueprint in her mind,

[PreChorus]
The push inside her chest that wouldn't wait was never recklessness,
It was courage learning patience in a dress,

[Chorus]
Every door that shut on Amy was a door she broke right through,
Every version she outgrew has cleared the ground for something true,
She wore the weight of others' storms without a word of blame,
Now Amy, let the thunder be the calling of your name,

[Verse 3]
The Aquarius full moon reveals what's been obscured,
All the giving without asking, all the wounds that she endured,
The home she built inside herself when outer ones fell through,
The kind of trust that takes a lifetime, taken up brand new,
She doesn't need permission from the people she's outlasted—
The future she kept dreaming through the hardest years is casting,

[PreChorus]
The woman who survived the depth and kept her open hand,
Is the one who finally turns and takes the place where she will stand,

[Chorus]
The rising light illuminates the road that's hers to lead,
Amy, all the years of showing up have planted every seed,
She is not the sum of what was asked of her or taken,
Amy, she's the whole unfolding—nothing left forsaken,

[Bridge]
The mirror finally clear enough to hold her without flinching,
The version of herself she kept on shelving, kept on clinching,
She doesn't hand that person out like bread across the table—
She lets herself be Amy first, and finds that she is able,

[Outro]
The full moon hangs its lantern over all that she has been,
Amy, this is the beginning of the rest of being seen,