[Verse 1]
There's a stillness in the way you enter every room,
Like the tide that holds its breath beneath the silver moon,
They see the surface — calm, composed, and hard to read,
They don't see the ocean floor, the roots, the ancient seed,
You carry whole worlds inside you, layered, vast, and deep,
All the things you've witnessed, all the promises you keep,
Your heart was built for feeling more than words can hold,
A quiet kind of gravity — more precious than gold

[PreChorus]
They see what you let them see,
They don't know the half of it,
That the calm is just the surface of something infinite,
And every scar you carry is a door that led you here,
To the truest version of yourself — the one you need not fear

[Chorus]
Oh Brigitte, you are written in the deep and rising tide,
Every wound that shaped you is a lantern, not a lie,
You are rooted in the places that the light forgot to name,
And the stars that drew your blueprint knew exactly what they'd claim,
Oh Brigitte, you are ancient and you're tender, both at once,
Not a thing about you broken — every battle, every month,
Has been quietly preparing you for all that you became,
You are whole, you are held, you are never just your pain

[Verse 2]
You think in poetry when others think in lines,
Your mind arrives at truth through corridors, not signs,
There's a dreamer in your marrow and a fighter in your bones,
A woman who gave everything and built her people homes,
But somewhere in the giving, did you lose the thread to you,
Did you pour so much for others that your own cup ran low too,
That ache you hold in private, that unspoken old refrain —
It's not a sign of weakness, it's the mark of depth and grace

[PreChorus]
They see what you let them see,
They don't know the half of it,
That the calm is just the surface of something infinite,
And every scar you carry is a door that led you here,
To the truest version of yourself — the one you need not fear

[Chorus]
Oh Brigitte, you are written in the deep and rising tide,
Every wound that shaped you is a lantern, not a lie,
You are rooted in the places that the light forgot to name,
And the stars that drew your blueprint knew exactly what they'd claim,
Oh Brigitte, you are ancient and you're tender, both at once,
Not a thing about you broken — every battle, every month,
Has been quietly preparing you for all that you became,
You are whole, you are held, you are never just your pain

[Verse 3]
You love like something final, like the last word of a prayer,
Like a hand that reaches inward before it's offered there,
But love has asked you questions that were harder than most,
And you gave your heart completely to the ones who needed it most,
There's a fiercer kind of softness that you carry in your chest,
A refusal to stop loving even when love's at its test,
And the home you've built around you — every corner, every wall —
Is the clearest proof of who you are, the truest gift of all

[PreChorus]
They see what you let them see,
They don't know the half of it,
That the calm is just the surface of something infinite,
And every scar you carry is a door that led you here,
To the truest version of yourself — the one you need not fear

[Chorus]
Oh Brigitte, you are written in the deep and rising tide,
Every wound that shaped you is a lantern, not a lie,
You are rooted in the places that the light forgot to name,
And the stars that drew your blueprint knew exactly what they'd claim,
Oh Brigitte, you are ancient and you're tender, both at once,
Not a thing about you broken — every battle, every month,
Has been quietly preparing you for all that you became,
You are whole, you are held, you are never just your pain

[Verse 4]
There's a compass in your marrow pointing somewhere still ahead,
Past the versions of yourself you thought you'd leave for dead,
You were never made for small rooms or for shallow ground,
You were made