[Verse 1]
There's a tide that moves beneath the surface of your skin,
A language made of memory, of everything you've been,
You speak in careful sentences but feel in open seas,
You hold the whole room tenderly while no one holds your keys,
You've learned to read a silence like a letter no one sends,
You know the weight of loving people more than they intend,
They see the calm, they don't see the current running deep,
The truest version of you is the one you rarely speak,

[PreChorus]
But the roots go down to places no one else can reach,
And the light in you is older than the words you use to teach,

[Chorus]
You were written in the water and the warm midsummer gold,
You carry something ancient that was never meant to fold,
Every wave that tried to break you only shaped the shore,
You are everything you've given, and so much, so much more,
You are held inside the turning of a sky that knows your name,
You were made for all of this, and you are not to blame,
The cosmos wrote you carefully, with hands that don't forget,
You are not a work in progress, you are whole and whole and set,

[Verse 2]
You love like something lit from underneath the ground,
You're drawn to depth and meaning more than being found,
You need a conversation that could last until the dawn,
A love that doesn't leave you when the pretty light is gone,
You've built a home inside your chest where only few can stay,
And those who earn their entrance know you don't do halfway,
You've given more than anyone has thought to ask you for,
And spent your nights in silence wondering what it's for,

[PreChorus]
But the giving is your nature, not a debt you ever owed,
And every soul you sheltered learned from watching you be whole,

[Chorus]
You were written in the water and the warm midsummer gold,
You carry something ancient that was never meant to fold,
Every wave that tried to break you only shaped the shore,
You are everything you've given, and so much, so much more,
You are held inside the turning of a sky that knows your name,
You were made for all of this, and you are not to blame,
The cosmos wrote you carefully, with hands that don't forget,
You are not a work in progress, you are whole and whole and set,

[Verse 3]
There's a part of you that wonders if your presence truly lands,
If the effort that you carry is enough for where you stand,
You've reached for something higher when the ordinary ached,
You've swallowed disappointment like a medicine you've made,
But the vision that you carry was not born to stay inside,
It belongs to every room you've ever lit with what you tried,
The world is shaped by people who go quietly and deep,
By the ones who tend the fire that the rest of the world keeps,

[PreChorus]
And the path ahead is calling in the language of the tide,
There is nothing left to prove now, there is nothing left to hide,

[Chorus]
You were written in the water and the warm midsummer gold,
You carry something ancient that was never meant to fold,
Every wave that tried to break you only shaped the shore,
You are everything you've given, and so much, so much more,
You are held inside the turning of a sky that knows your name,
You were made for all of this, and you are not to blame,
The cosmos wrote you carefully, with hands that don't forget,
You are not a work in progress, you are whole and whole and set,

[Bridge]
You don't have to burn to prove that you are made of fire,
You don't have to climb alone to show that you go higher,
The moon has always kept a light beside the darkest sea,
And something in the universe has always, always known you,
completely,

[Outro]
So rest inside the knowing that your depths are not a flaw,
That the tenderness you carry is the truest thing of all,
The stars that wrote you into being haven't changed their mind,
You were always worth the aching, you were always worth the find,