[Verse 1]
She wears the earth like a second skin, steady and sure,
A quiet kind of power that the loud ones overlook and ignore,
Still waters on the surface, but underneath a tide,
A whole universe of feeling she was taught to keep inside,
She moves through every room like she's been there a thousand years,
Patient as the mountains, but she's soaked in all her tears,
They see the calm, they never see the current pulling deep,
All the things she carries quietly, all the vows she tries to keep.

[PreChorus 1]
But she is not the silence, she is everything it holds,
A fire wrapped in velvet, a story still being told,
She was never built for surface, she was made for something more,
The depth in her is not a burden — it's the compass and the core.

[Chorus 1]
Waheeda, you are the dawn breaking before the world is awake,
You are the roots beneath the garden, the ground that will not shake,
You carry constellations in the places no one sees,
You were written in the language of the stars and ancient seas,
Waheeda, you don't have to prove the light that lives in you,
The cosmos made you carefully, and everything it made is true.

[Verse 2]
There's a spark that lives inside her that was born before the calm,
A flash of something fearless, like a fire in an open palm,
She loves like she means it, throws her whole heart at the door,
And when it doesn't hold her, she finds something to love even more,
She's felt the ache of longing for a love that matches hers,
The kind that doesn't fade away, that deepens and endures,
She's learned to hold that tenderness like something rare and blessed,
To offer it like rainfall, not a gift to be assessed.

[PreChorus 2]
And every time she gave herself before she'd asked to be received,
That wasn't weakness speaking — that was everything she believed,
A heart like hers is not naive, it's ancient and it's brave,
It keeps returning back to love because that's what it was made to save.

[Chorus 2]
Waheeda, you are the dawn breaking before the world is awake,
You are the roots beneath the garden, the ground that will not shake,
You carry constellations in the places no one sees,
You were written in the language of the stars and ancient seas,
Waheeda, you don't have to prove the light that lives in you,
The cosmos made you carefully, and everything it made is true.

[Verse 3]
There's a wound she keeps revisiting around what she is worth,
Like someone planted doubt in her before she knew her own earth,
She built her walls around a question no one answered right,
And she kept on building beauty in the middle of that night,
She speaks in images and metaphors when words don't quite arrive,
Her mind a quiet labyrinth where whole worlds are alive,
She thinks in shapes and textures that the language can't contain,
And every unheard thought she had became the art she would reclaim.

[PreChorus 3]
For the voice she never trusted is the one the world needs most,
The wisdom she kept private is the thing she carries close,
And the ache of feeling unseen only sharpened what she knows,
There's a clarity that comes from every scar the quiet grows.

[Chorus 3]
Waheeda, you are the dawn breaking before the world is awake,
You are the roots beneath the garden, the ground that will not shake,
You carry constellations in the places no one sees,
You were written in the language of the stars and ancient seas,
Waheeda, you don't have to prove the light that lives in you,
The cosmos made you carefully, and everything it made is true.

[Verse 4]
She's standing at the threshold of the life she came to build,
Where every restless hunger finally starts to be fulfilled,
She's learning that the freedom she was searching for outside,
Was always the permission she could only find inside,
To let the walls come down a little, let the mystery breathe,
To trust the unseen current more than what the eyes believe,
She is the bridge between the grounded and the vast unknown,
A woman who is