[Verse 1]
Nancy, you were born with a quiet fire inside,
A steady kind of knowing that you rarely have to hide.
You read the room before you speak, you see what others miss,
And there's a depth behind your eyes that words can rarely fit.

[Verse 2]
You love the ones you love like roots beneath the ground,
Patient, slow, and steadfast, holding everything around.
You've learned that comfort matters, that beauty has its place,
But safety is a feeling you've had to build with grace.

[PreChorus]
And though the road has asked of you
More than it ever said it would,
You kept becoming, piece by piece,
The woman that you understood.

[Chorus]
Oh Nancy, the stars wrote you in ink that doesn't fade,
A soul of depth and daring, unafraid to stay or stray.
You carry light in quiet hands, you dream in distant blue,
And the world keeps turning gently toward the truth of you.

[Verse 3]
You chase a kind of meaning that most people overlook,
A farther field, a wider sky, a truth beyond the book.
You've loved with big horizons and a wandering heart inside,
And freedom always mattered, even when you stayed close by.

[Verse 4]
There's a part of you that builds, that plans, that sees the long way through,
That sets a quiet goal in place and slowly follows through.
And there's another part that plays, that laughs, that loves to shine,
That needs to make, create, and feel the joy of being alive.

[PreChorus]
So if you've ever doubted how
The pieces of you fit at all,
Know that the tender and the strong
Were always meant to share the wall.

[Chorus]
Oh Nancy, the stars wrote you in ink that doesn't fade,
A soul of depth and daring, unafraid to stay or stray.
You carry light in quiet hands, you dream in distant blue,
And the world keeps turning gently toward the truth of you.

[Bridge]
What's coming now is softer than the years you've walked before,
A season where the striving eases, and the soul asks for more.
You'll find your voice in new rooms, you'll be heard in deeper ways,
And everything you've quietly built will meet you in these days.

[Outro]
So rest, Nancy, in the knowing that the path was always yours,
That the fire and the stillness both were opening the doors.
You were never meant to fit, you were meant to be made new,
And the stars have always whispered, they were proud of who you grew.