[Verse 1]
You carry fire where others carry doubt,
A restless heart that knows what it's about.
You think in colors, speak in melodies,
And hold the weight of all your histories.
There's iron in your bones, a steady ground,
But something wild in you won't be held down.
You've learned to build while dancing in the storm,
To stay both soft and endlessly transform.

[PreChorus]
And when the noise gets loud, you find the quiet thread,
You trust the voice inside your head.

[Chorus]
You're not too much—you're just enough,
Made of tender things and stuff that's tough.
The universe has written you in light,
A thousand questions burning through the night.
So let them wonder how you hold it all,
You rise each time you stumble, each time you fall.

[Verse 2]
In love, you need a mind that meets your own,
Someone who won't try to change your tone.
You guard your heart but give it wholly still,
With gentle hands and fierce, protective will.
You speak in care—the meals, the notes, the time,
Your love is quiet service, soft sublime.
But don't forget you're worthy to receive,
The tenderness that you so freely weave.

[PreChorus]
And when the noise gets loud, you find the quiet thread,
You trust the voice inside your head.

[Chorus]
You're not too much—you're just enough,
Made of tender things and stuff that's tough.
The universe has written you in light,
A thousand questions burning through the night.
So let them wonder how you hold it all,
You rise each time you stumble, each time you fall.

[Verse 3]
Your purpose lives in how you heal and serve,
In every small act, every patient word.
The depth you carry isn't meant to hide,
It's meant to guide the ones who stand beside.
The stars remind you: you were built to grow,
Through every ending, seeds of what you'll sow.
Trust the becoming, trust the winding way,
You're held by something older than today.

[PreChorus]
And when the noise gets loud, you find the quiet thread,
You trust the voice inside your head.

[Chorus]
You're not too much—you're just enough,
Made of tender things and stuff that's tough.
The universe has written you in light,
A thousand questions burning through the night.
So let them wonder how you hold it all,
You rise each time you stumble, each time you fall.

[Bridge]
You don't have to have it all figured out,
You just have to keep on moving through the doubt.
Every scar's a teacher, every tear's a map,
And the sky keeps holding you when things collapse.

[Outro]
So breathe, and let your shoulders finally fall,
You're not alone—you never were at all.
The cosmos shaped you, piece by careful piece,
And you, dear one, are finding your own peace.