[Verse 1]
There's a fire in the quiet, burning deep behind the eyes,
A lion who learned early how to live beneath disguise,
The world sees someone steady, sees the calm and sees the grace,
But they don't see the tides that move beneath that measured face,
You hold so much in silence, all that warmth beneath the ground,
A sovereign kind of knowing that you rarely speak aloud,
You've always felt the weight of being more than what you show,
A whole universe inside you that the surface doesn't know

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And you've carried it with dignity, you've carried it with care,
You've been the one who holds the room while no one holds you there,
But the depth of what you carry is the measure of your worth,
There was never something broken, just a soul too big for earth

[Chorus]
InShallah, you were written in a language old and true,
Every scar a line of poetry, every wound a window through,
You are the calm and you are the tide, you are the root and you are the rise,
InShallah, the stars didn't scatter you, they drew you with their eyes

[Verse 2]
You love like something ancient, like a hearth that keeps its heat,
You remember every detail, every face, every heartbeat,
You build a home wherever you go, in the spaces between words,
In the things you do for others that go quietly unheard,
But somewhere in that giving there's a question you don't ask,
If anyone would notice you beneath the role and task,
You pour so deep for everyone and wonder in the night,
If the love you give so freely will return to find your light

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And the answer is already in the way you still remain,
Every time the world has shaken you, you rose and loved again,
That's not a weakness walking, that's a river knowing where it goes,
There's a grace inside your giving that only true devotion shows

[Chorus]
InShallah, you were written in a language old and true,
Every scar a line of poetry, every wound a window through,
You are the calm and you are the tide, you are the root and you are the rise,
InShallah, the stars didn't scatter you, they drew you with their eyes

[Verse 3]
You've stood at the edge of wanting and pulled yourself back in,
Afraid that asking for too much was something close to sin,
You've built your worth in doing, in the details and the care,
In the way you show up perfectly for everyone who's there,
But there's a wound around believing that your presence is enough,
That just existing in a room doesn't have to prove its love,
You've spent so long in service to the version they could see,
That sometimes you forgot to ask what you need just to breathe

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The precision that you bring to every corner of your life,
Every careful act of service cutting cleaner than a knife,
That's not someone who is small, that's not someone who must earn,
That's a soul with such refinement that the whole world ought to learn

[Chorus]
InShallah, you were written in a language old and true,
Every scar a line of poetry, every wound a window through,
You are the calm and you are the tide, you are the root and you are the rise,
InShallah, the stars didn't scatter you, they drew you with their eyes

[Verse 4]
There's a pilgrim in your spirit always searching for the why,
Always reaching past the surface toward a more expansive sky,
Your heart needs more than comfort, needs a meaning it can hold,
Needs a truth that doesn't crumble when the season turns to cold,
You carry something ancient in the marrow of your days,
A quiet kind of wisdom that the noise can never faze,
The road ahead is wider than the places you have been,
And the world needs what you carry deep and genuine within

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So let the roots hold steady while the branches find their way,
You don't have to earn tomorrow by surviving yesterday,
You are already enough, you were enough from the first breath,
Every step you've taken forward has been chosen over rest

[Chorus]
InShallah, you were written in a language old and true,