[Verse 1]
There's a mountain in your posture and a current in your mind,
You carry ancient patience like a gift you leave behind,
The world sees steady hands at work, composed and standing tall,
But underneath the stillness, there are tides that rise and fall,
You've learned to build in silence, stone by stone against the cold,
Trading quick approval for the weight of something bold,
And the part of you that's burning just to finally be seen,
That radiant, creative fire — it's the truest thing you've been

[PreChorus]
You hold the whole horizon while you're keeping both feet down,
You've worn your own becoming like a quietly earned crown

[Chorus]
Elena, you are written in the oldest kind of light,
The kind that builds cathedrals out of ordinary nights,
You carry depth that oceans would be fortunate to know,
Every wall you've ever built has taught you where to grow,
Elena, the sky has always held a place for you,
Not for who you're trying to become — for who you are right now, it's true

[Verse 2]
You love the way that thinkers love — with questions and with care,
With an open hand and honest eyes and freedom in the air,
Not the kind of love that chains or folds or needs a guarantee,
But a bond that asks for realness — for the other to be free,
You find beauty in the details, in the way a system hums,
In the quiet act of showing up before the asking comes,
And they never see the calculus behind your every move,
The thousand ways you've measured how to keep the people you choose

[PreChorus]
You've wept in private over wars no one else could see,
Then walked back into daylight like you'd finally come to peace

[Chorus]
Elena, you are written in the oldest kind of light,
The kind that builds cathedrals out of ordinary nights,
You carry depth that oceans would be fortunate to know,
Every wall you've ever built has taught you where to grow,
Elena, the sky has always held a place for you,
Not for who you're trying to become — for who you are right now, it's true

[Verse 3]
There's a wound you've carried quietly around the question of enough,
Whether what you bring is worthy, whether being seen is safe to trust,
But the very ache that hollowed you has made you hollow wide,
Wide enough to hold the ones who need a place to step inside,
And your mind won't stop its searching for the truth beneath the truth,
A relentless, sacred hunger that has followed you since youth,
You were never meant to borrow someone else's borrowed creed,
You were meant to forge a compass from the things that make you bleed

[PreChorus]
The roots you laid in questions, in the dark you learned to name,
Are the marrow of a wisdom that no easy faith could claim

[Chorus]
Elena, you are written in the oldest kind of light,
The kind that builds cathedrals out of ordinary nights,
You carry depth that oceans would be fortunate to know,
Every wall you've ever built has taught you where to grow,
Elena, the sky has always held a place for you,
Not for who you're trying to become — for who you are right now, it's true

[Bridge]
You don't have to earn the right to rest inside your own skin,
You don't have to keep the world from seeing where you've been,
The tension you were born with is the friction making light,
And everything that shaped you is exactly right,
There are people who will know you and will finally understand,
That the storm and the steady are both gifts inside your hands,
The universe composed you like a language rarely spoken,
Most beautiful and powerful when finally left unbroken

[Outro]
So let the mountain hold you, let the current do its work,
Let the radiance you carry spill out past the places that still hurt,
You were not made to dim down, not designed to disappear,
Every single thing that brought you here was meant to bring you here