[Verse 1]
You walk in first, you never wait to be asked,
Head up, chin out, the brave face like a mask.
But behind it lives a sea you rarely show,
A room inside you only dreamers know.
You feel the whole world's weather on your skin,
You cry at songs and let the strangers in.
And when the noise is gone and no one's near,
You wonder if it matters that you're here.

[Pre-Chorus]
Heather, how long have you been proving
What was true before you started moving?

[Chorus]
You were made of fire at the front door,
And deep salt water underneath the floor,
A lion's heart that aches for a little light,
And a mountain you've been climbing out of sight.
Heather, nothing in you was built by mistake,
Not the fire, not the water, not the ache.

[Verse 2]
You learned to love with one hand on the door,
Giving everything and asking nothing more.
You took the words you needed to be said
And folded them like letters in your head.
You've been the shelter, the steady one, the glue,
While no one stopped to ask who carries you.
And more than once the ground gave out below,
And you rebuilt from nothing, row by row.

[Pre-Chorus]
Nothing you swallowed ever disappeared,
It turned to music while you held it near.

[Chorus]
You were made of fire at the front door,
And deep salt water underneath the floor,
A lion's heart that aches for a little light,
And a mountain you've been climbing out of sight.
Heather, nothing in you was built by mistake,
Not the fire, not the water, not the ache.

[Verse 3]
You love in ways most people never see,
In small things done in secret, quietly.
You see the best in people long before they do,
Then stay too long, waiting for it to come true.
The ones who reached you deepest shook the ground,
Turned your whole life over, turned you around.
You need a love with room enough to breathe,
Who sees your fire and your ocean and won't leave.

[Pre-Chorus]
You've opened every door for someone new,
Now leave one open wide enough for you.

[Chorus]
You were made of fire at the front door,
And deep salt water underneath the floor,
A lion's heart that aches for a little light,
And a mountain you've been climbing out of sight.
Heather, nothing in you was built by mistake,
Not the fire, not the water, not the ache.

[Bridge]
Something's waking up, a new moon in the dark,
The quiet years are closing, and the real ones start.
They'll call it late, but you were never late,
You were building something strong enough to wait.
The voice you kept in letters finds the air,
And people you don't know yet find you there.
You climbed for years with no one there to cheer,
Now turn around, Heather, and see the view from here.

[Outro]
Fire at the front door, salt water underneath,
Heather, let them see it all, and let it breathe.
So go on, walk in first the way you do,
The sea comes with you now. It always knew.