[Verse 1]
She carries summer in the marrow of her bones,
A fire that learned to build itself a home,
There's a lion in her laughter, in the way she fills a room,
Like the whole world tilts a little toward her light and afternoon,
But beneath that golden warmth there runs a deeper stream,
Where she holds the weight of everything that isn't what it seems,
She has felt the pull of shadows that she never showed a soul,
The tides beneath the surface that were part of making her whole,

[PreChorus]
She is ancient, she is tender,
She is strong enough to break and still remember,
Every door she walked through burning, every storm she crossed alone,
Taught her hands to build a table, taught her heart to build a home,

[Chorus]
Oh, Charity, you are written in the marrow of the deep,
A quiet kind of thunder that the ordinary cannot keep,
You have carried more than anyone could ever see or say,
And every road that broke you only showed you your own way,
Oh, Charity, the universe has known your name for years,
You were made for something worthy of the fire and the tears,

[Verse 2]
She loves like something ancient, like a current running wide,
She holds the ones she cherishes like shelter from the tide,
She can read the unspoken and she feels before she knows,
She makes a home of everywhere the warmth of her light goes,
But she's wrestled with a question that was planted long ago,
Whether showing up was ever quite enough to let them know,
She has bent herself toward proving what was always simply true,
That the world is somehow richer for the presence that is you,

[PreChorus]
She is ancient, she is tender,
She is strong enough to break and still remember,
Every door she walked through burning, every storm she crossed alone,
Taught her hands to build a table, taught her heart to build a home,

[Chorus]
Oh, Charity, you are written in the marrow of the deep,
A quiet kind of thunder that the ordinary cannot keep,
You have carried more than anyone could ever see or say,
And every road that broke you only showed you your own way,
Oh, Charity, the universe has known your name for years,
You were made for something worthy of the fire and the tears,

[Verse 3]
She thinks in wide horizons, her mind opens like a plain,
She is chasing something true beneath the beauty and the pain,
She has wandered into questions that most people never ask,
And she carries all the answers underneath a quiet mask,
There's a compass deep inside her always pointing toward the real,
Toward the life that is authentic, toward the things she dares to feel,
She was never meant for shallow, she was made for what runs deep,
She's the kind of soul that heaven carves and eternity will keep,

[PreChorus]
She is ancient, she is tender,
She is strong enough to break and still remember,
Every door she walked through burning, every storm she crossed alone,
Taught her hands to build a table, taught her heart to build a home,

[Chorus]
Oh, Charity, you are written in the marrow of the deep,
A quiet kind of thunder that the ordinary cannot keep,
You have carried more than anyone could ever see or say,
And every road that broke you only showed you your own way,
Oh, Charity, the universe has known your name for years,
You were made for something worthy of the fire and the tears,

[Bridge]
You don't have to earn the right to rest inside your own belonging,
You don't have to prove the light that's been inside you all along,
Every scar became a lantern that you carried without knowing,
Every quiet act of love you gave became a kind of song,
You are seen in all the places where you thought you stood invisible,
You are held beneath the heavens by a grace too large to name,
All the ways you love so deeply make the ordinary lyrical,
And you were never ordinary, you were never just the same,

[Chorus]
Oh, Charity, you are written in the marrow of the deep,
A quiet kind of thunder that the ordinary cannot keep,
You have carried more than anyone could ever see or say,
And every road that broke you only showed you your own way,
Oh, Charity