[Verse 1]
You walk in steady, shoulders squared, the one who keeps the calm,
The quiet kind of anchor with the whole world in your palm.
But underneath the sensible, a mind that won't sit still,
Laughing at the edges, always chasing one more thrill.
They say you're hard to read, and you just tell them that you're fine,
But Laura, it's all written there — they just can't read the line.
You grew up early, carried more than children ever should,
And still you kept your laughter in the only way you could.

[Pre-Chorus]
So who taught you to stand so tall
And never let them see you fall?
What if the strength you built from stone
Was never meant to stand alone?

[Chorus]
Laura, you were built of stone and spark,
The mountain's patience and the meadowlark.
You've poured yourself for every reaching hand,
Now let the sky pour back — and let it land.
You were never too much, never too late,
Some lights are made to burn slow, and worth the wait.

[Verse 2]
You feel the room before a single word is said,
You carry strangers' sorrows home and lay them on your bed.
You'd give your last to anyone who reached for you in need,
Then wonder if your worth was only measured by the deed.
You learned the world would love you for the burdens you could bear,
So you rarely said, "I'm tired" — though the tired was always there.
And there were storms that took the ground from right where you once stood,
You lost things you can't name aloud, and turned them into good.

[Pre-Chorus]
None of it was wasted, not a single sleepless night,
You were learning how to hold the dark and never lose your sight.

[Chorus]
Laura, you were built of stone and spark,
The mountain's patience and the meadowlark.
You've poured yourself for every reaching hand,
Now let the sky pour back — and let it land.
You were never too much, never too late,
Some lights are made to burn slow, and worth the wait.

[Verse 3]
You love like you're the first one in, no waiting at the door,
You say it out loud and plainly, then you brace yourself for more.
'Cause love once taught you early that the brave ones pay the price,
So you jump in with your whole heart, then you think about it twice.
You're drawn to fire — the proud ones, the wild ones, hard to tame,
The ones who light a room up and refuse to stay the same.
But you need your sky, Laura, you need room to breathe your own,
Close enough to hold you, never close enough to own.

[Pre-Chorus]
You're the tide that wants the harbor and the open sea,
And the love that's truly meant for you won't ask you which to be.

[Chorus]
Laura, you were built of stone and spark,
The mountain's patience and the meadowlark.
You've poured yourself for every reaching hand,
Now let the sky pour back — and let it land.
You were never too much, never too late,
Some lights are made to burn slow, and worth the wait.

[Verse 4]
You were never meant for shallow water or for easy talk,
You read the things that people hide behind the way they walk.
You've sat with others in their hardest hours and didn't look away,
And found the words that helped them breathe a little more each day.
Now all the years have ripened into something you can give,
Not just the lessons that you learned, but the way you chose to live.
So bring your dreams down to your hands and make them something real,
The world's been waiting for the kind of healing you reveal.

[Pre-Chorus]
Something's opening inside you, quiet as a key,
The door you thought was closing is the one that sets you free.

[Chorus]
Laura, you were built of stone and spark,
The mountain's patience and the meadowlark.
You've poured yourself for every reaching hand,
Now let the sky pour back — and let it land.
You were never too much, never too late,
Some lights are made to burn slow, and worth the wait.

[Bridge]
When the fire moon rises and the hidden things come clear,
You'll see that every ending was a doorway leading here.
The part of you that held on tight is learning to let go,
And trusting what you cannot see is how the deep things grow.
The best of you is not behind you — it was saving for this time,
The slow and patient blooming of a heart that learned to climb.

[Outro]
So set the weight down, Laura — the mountain's held its ground,
And the lark that lived inside the stone is finally making sound.