[Verse 1]
There's an ocean underneath the calm you wear each day,
A world of tides and undercurrents only you can navigate.
You feel the weight of everything before a word is said,
You carry what the room is holding, long after everyone's left.
You've mapped the grief of strangers like a language you were born to read,
And still you show up steady, like the answer to a need.
They see the surface — still and clear, composed beyond your years,
They don't see all the depth you hold, the ones you've swallowed down with your tears.

[PreChorus]
But that depth is not a burden, it's the reason you remain,
The one who knows that nothing real was ever built without the rain.
You've turned the weight to wisdom, you've turned the wound to will,
And everything you've carried is a testament to how much you feel.

[Chorus]
Amina, you were written in the language of the tide,
Where the dreamer and the builder learn to walk the same divide.
You don't have to earn your place beneath this sky — it's already yours,
Amina, every scar you carry is a door.

[Verse 2]
You love like something patient, like the roots beneath the stone,
You give before you're asked to, then you wonder why you feel alone.
You crave a love that's steady, something you can lay your hands on true,
That shows up in the morning just as certain as the dew.
But you've been learning how to ask for what you always freely gave,
To let someone come close enough to see the parts you thought you had to save.
Your mind runs wide and restless, full of futures not yet formed,
A quiet kind of visionary standing in the eye of your own storm.

[PreChorus]
But that restlessness is not a flaw, it's where your fire lives,
The part of you that questions is the part of you that gives.
You've earned the right to soften, you've earned the right to stay,
To let the world receive from you the light you give away.

[Chorus]
Amina, you were written in the language of the tide,
Where the dreamer and the builder learn to walk the same divide.
You don't have to earn your place beneath this sky — it's already yours,
Amina, every scar you carry is a door.

[Bridge]
You were never meant to be small enough for anyone's comfort,
Never meant to fold yourself to fit a space that doesn't hold you.
The same hands you use to hold the world together —
Let them rest, let them open, let someone else come through.
There's a purpose running through you like a current through the earth,
Something the world has needed long before you knew your worth.
You were never just a fragment — you were always the whole thing,
The water and the vessel and the tide and everything it brings.

[Outro]
So rest now in the knowing that the cosmos holds your name,
That who you are was never something you were meant to tame.
You are deep enough to matter, you are still enough to heal,
And everything you've ever been is everything that's real.