**Written in the Stars (Stacey's Song)**

[Verse 1]
Stacey, you carry the ocean beneath your skin
You let the strange ones in before they've even settled in
You read a room like weather, feel the shift before it breaks
A quiet current pulling while the surface barely shakes
Something was speaking water the night you first arrived
And gave you the kind of knowing that no one has to teach you twice

[PreChorus]
When the pull comes, don't fight the undertow
Your gut already told you what your mind's too slow to know

[Chorus]
You were built for the in-between places
Swimming through walls, slipping through spaces
Stacey, your soul moves before you decide
Even when the map says there's nothing outside
Something keeps bending the world to your shape
You weren't made to arrive — you were made to escape

[Verse 2]
You can't sit still past midnight when the restless feeling hits
While something deeper in you keeps love under lock and lit
You feel it in your body hours before your brain agrees
That war between your hunger and your need for guarantees
The stubborn part of you says stay when everything says run
Slow hands, heavy roots, but lord, what you build won't come undone

[PreChorus]
When love shows up it won't ask permission
It'll walk straight in and wreck your best decisions

[Chorus]
You were built for the in-between places
Swimming through walls, slipping through spaces
Stacey, your soul moves before you decide
Even when the map says there's nothing outside
Something keeps bending the world to your shape
You weren't made to arrive — you were made to escape

[Bridge]
You collect people's truths like sea glass on a shelf
Then hide your own tenderness behind a version of yourself
The healing isn't somewhere out ahead of where you stand
It's in the mess, the contradiction, the tremor in your hand
Something keeps pulling you open, holding you still
Wisdom isn't knowing — it's surviving what you feel

[Outro]
Stacey, nobody made you simple or neat
They gave you the tide and the trouble and the heat
Trust the strange timing, trust what your body has learned
Your story was written in a language you've earned