[Verse 1]
She holds her ground like something ancient, still and deep,
A steadiness inside her that the surface doesn't keep,
They see the calm, the patience, all the grace she wears with ease,
But underneath, a current runs through every breath she breathes,
She sees the world through textures, through the weight of what is true,
And every word she offers, she has thought the whole way through,
She keeps her distance sometimes, not from coldness, not from pride,
But because she's learned that not all people earn the inside

[PreChorus]
And there's a world within her that the daylight doesn't show,
A room of quiet feeling where the deepest rivers flow,
She carries what she cannot say, and still she finds a way

[Chorus]
Patricia, you are written in the oldest kind of light,
The kind that holds its colour through the longest kind of night,
You are roots that learned to reach, you are the tide that finds the shore,
You were made for something real, and you were always worth much more

[Verse 2]
She loves like someone leaping straight into the open air,
No hesitation, no conditions, nothing held in there,
She gives before she's asked to, finds the beauty in the small,
The quiet act of care becomes the greatest gift of all,
But oh, the weight of needing what she gives so freely out,
That pull between the harmony and learning what she's about,
She's spent so long in balance, holding everyone in place,
That sometimes she forgets to save a little for her own space

[PreChorus]
But every time she found herself forgotten in the give,
She learned another layer of the life she's here to live,
The peace she thought was out there has been hers the whole long way

[Chorus]
Patricia, you are written in the oldest kind of light,
The kind that holds its colour through the longest kind of night,
You are roots that learned to reach, you are the tide that finds the shore,
You were made for something real, and you were always worth much more

[Verse 3]
There's something in her presence that the room can always feel,
A depth that moves beneath the smile, magnetic and so real,
She's walked through her own shadows, faced the places no one sees,
And every transformation made her harder to unseat,
She's been misread and misheard, tried to speak and met the wall,
Yet still the words kept rising, still she showed up for it all,
That voice inside her matters, every syllable she holds,
She doesn't have to earn the right to let the whole thing go

[PreChorus]
Because the wound that taught her silence also taught her how to heal,
And everything she buried slowly showed her what was real,
She doesn't need permission now to simply be, to stay

[Chorus]
Patricia, you are written in the oldest kind of light,
The kind that holds its colour through the longest kind of night,
You are roots that learned to reach, you are the tide that finds the shore,
You were made for something real, and you were always worth much more

[Verse 4]
She's learning how to step into the center of her name,
To stop reducing her own fire just to keep the peace the same,
The world she builds through daily care, through showing up and giving,
Becomes the quiet testament to how she's really living,
She doesn't need the loudest room, the highest point, the stage,
Her power is the kind that only deepens as it ages,
And somewhere in the stars that wrote her carefully and long,
There is a line that says she always, always did belong

[PreChorus]
The cosmos didn't make her soft and strong and wide for nothing,
Every scar became a thread inside a cloth worth something,
She is held by more than she has ever dared to name

[Chorus]
Patricia, you are written in the oldest kind of light,
The kind that holds its colour through the longest kind of night,
You are roots that learned to reach, you are the tide that finds the shore,
You were made for something real, and you were always worth much more

[Bridge]
You don't need to shrink to fit the spaces others leave,
You don't need to prove the depth of everything you feel and breathe,
The steadiness, the fire, the grace, the mystery you carry,
None of it was accidental