[Verse 1]
She keeps a running list of everything that's right,
Checks the small print twice before she turns off the light,
The kind of mind that notices the crooked frame,
The unread draft that says exactly what she'd never claim,
Her whole life lived half in the open, half below,
A garden tended faithfully where no one else would go.

[PreChorus]
But the care she pressed into the margins all along
Was never small — it was the architecture of her song.

[Chorus]
Mirtha, every note you filed away was true,
Every quiet fix, a signature that pointed back to you,
The detail that nobody saw still held the whole thing straight,
Mirtha, you were always more than what you chose to wait.

[Verse 2]
There's a ledger somewhere deep she's reconciled alone,
Where the columns never balanced 'til she learned what she is owed,
She dove into the feeling like a question with no floor,
Came back up with something true she hadn't named before,
What she carries in her memory doesn't rust or fade —
It sharpens into knowing, and she's not afraid.

[PreChorus]
The things she chose to understand instead of just survive
Became the sharpest tools she'd use to help herself arrive.

[Chorus]
Mirtha, the investigation led you back to solid ground,
The harder truths you excavated — look at what you found,
The careful mind and the feeling both belong inside the same,
Mirtha, you were always more than the forgetting of your name.

[Verse 3]
She reads the room before she speaks and weighs the other side,
A thousand things considered in the half-breath before the stride,
But when she moves, she's mercury and gravity combined,
A word that lands exactly where she'd planned it in her mind,
And in the giving there's a precision, not a lack —
She hands you what you need and never waits to get it back.

[PreChorus]
That's not losing herself — that's knowing where the edges are,
The diplomat who draws the line still knows her own north star.

[Chorus]
Mirtha, every word you weighed before you let it go,
Every act of honest presence in the undertow,
The ones you held with steady hands felt it every day,
Mirtha, you were always more than what you gave away.

[Verse 4]
Now something shifts the way a hinge will finally allow,
What was locked inside the waiting opens into now,
The worth she kept on questioning was never up for vote,
She finds it in the undisturbed and unrepeated note,
A door left slightly open for the version she'll become,
A circle drawn around herself and called a kingdom, not a crumb.

[PreChorus]
The sky she was born under already knew the whole design —
She's only just beginning to believe it's by design.

[Chorus]
Mirtha, every thread you followed back has led you here,
To the version of yourself that you no longer need to fear,
What you've carried and what's coming wear the very same face,
Mirtha, you were always meant to take up all this space.

[Bridge]
She's the one who fixed the quiet things nobody thought to fix,
Who held the depth and held her tongue and held the whole thing in the mix,
Now the mix belongs to her — the order and the flood —
What blooms from here was seeded in the patience of her blood.

[Outro]
Mirtha, this was always yours to keep,
The fullness and the work, the watching and the deep.
Everything you are has always been enough —
Now let the whole sky hear it: you are more than enough.