[Verse 1]
She was born with her heart worn right on her face,
Every feeling she carried left its visible trace,
A girl who could walk into any cold room
And feel every mood there like weather and bloom,
She mapped the whole world by the ache in her chest,
And learned early on she could not outrun rest,

[PreChorus]
But restlessness isn't a flaw in the wire,
It's the compass she follows — the engine, the fire,

[Chorus]
Sarah, you were built for the roads that don't end,
The ones that keep bending back around the bend,
You carry a vision too wide for one lane,
Sarah, the wandering was never in vain,

[Verse 2]
She kept a small circle, but bound it like iron,
Loyal to few, but those few she kept trying,
She'd argue her case like it mattered to breathe,
Pull the thread of the truth from wherever it weaved,
Her mind was a ledger that tallied what's real,
But her hands were still learning the language of feel,

[PreChorus]
And the push and the pull at the core of her chest,
Is what keeps her from settling for half or for less,

[Chorus]
Sarah, you hold what the careful ones miss,
A tenderness fierce enough not to dismiss,
The dreamer who budgets, who questions, who stays,
Sarah, both edges belong to your gaze,

[Verse 3]
She gave with a kind of undoing grace,
Saw the best in a person before seeing their face,
Loved with imagination the way she loved art,
Wrote the whole story before it could start,
Then wondered why doorways led back to the same
Old rooms where her worth didn't carry a name,

[PreChorus]
But the depth of that longing was never a curse,
It's the shape of a heart that refuses to nurse,

[Chorus]
Sarah, the giving is yours — keep it true,
But let something holy come pouring to you,
What opened in others can open in kind,
Sarah, the door swings from both sides of the mind,

[Verse 4]
There's a quieter knowing that runs in her veins,
A blueprint for patience that outlasts the rains,
She works in the background where few think to look,
Filling the margins of everybody's book,
But the structures she builds while nobody applauds
Are the ones still standing when weather corrodes,

[PreChorus]
The slow work, the sure work, the unnamed long game,
Is how she leaves something the years cannot claim,

[Chorus]
Sarah, the far road was always your own,
The vision you carried, the seeds you have sown,
What looked like the long way was right all along,
Sarah, the journey itself was the song,

[Bridge]
Something has shifted beneath the old lock,
Not loud like a trumpet but sure like a clock,
The part that stayed hidden to keep itself safe
Can finally open and take up its space,

[Outro]
Sarah, go further — the horizon holds,
Every mile you travel, the story unfolds,
You were made for the distance, the question, the dawn,