[Verse 1]
She weighs the world before she makes a sound,
Measures every word before it hits the ground,
She sees the beauty others walk right past,
Builds her home like something meant to last,
There's a fire underneath the steady gaze,
A river running deep beneath the haze,
She carries what the family left behind,
An archive of the heart, a searching mind,

[PreChorus]
They see the calm, they don't see the tide,
All those fathoms pulling dark inside,
But everything she's carried, every stone,
Has only made her marrow more like home,

[Chorus]
Oh Martha, you were written by the storm,
A scale that holds the thunder and the warm,
You are the eye that sees what can't be said,
You are the light that never went to bed,
Martha, every scar has earned its place,
The cosmos carved its fingerprints in your face,
You don't need to prove the depth of what you are,
The night already knows you like a star,

[Verse 2]
She thinks in layers, reads between the lines,
Catches what is hidden in the signs,
Her words arrive like something forged, not spoken,
Every silence holds a code unbroken,
She loves like something ancient and refined,
A diplomacy of heart, an artist's mind,
But underneath the grace, a current burns,
A hunger for the truth that never turns,

[PreChorus]
They see the poise, they don't see the ache,
The careful walls she built to keep the shake,
But every wall became a kind of door,
That led her somewhere worth returning for,

[Chorus]
Oh Martha, you were written by the storm,
A scale that holds the thunder and the warm,
You are the eye that sees what can't be said,
You are the light that never went to bed,
Martha, every scar has earned its place,
The cosmos carved its fingerprints in your face,
You don't need to prove the depth of what you are,
The night already knows you like a star,

[Verse 3]
She gives before she's asked, she holds the room,
Quietly dismantles someone else's gloom,
But who has ever held the one who holds,
Who's wrapped in warmth the woman when she's cold,
She's built her worth on doing, not on being,
On keeping everything together, not on seeing,
That she was always whole before she gave,
That she was never something someone saved,

[PreChorus]
She carries worlds that no one stops to weigh,
And smiles in a way that keeps the fear at bay,
But there is something in her, iron and grace,
That's held its fire quietly in place,

[Chorus]
Oh Martha, you were written by the storm,
A scale that holds the thunder and the warm,
You are the eye that sees what can't be said,
You are the light that never went to bed,
Martha, every scar has earned its place,
The cosmos carved its fingerprints in your face,
You don't need to prove the depth of what you are,
The night already knows you like a star,

[Verse 4]
She is the kind of rare they rarely name,
A woman who has walked through borrowed flame,
And come back carrying embers in her hands,
Rebuilding things on unforgiving lands,
There's something moving forward in her chest,
A compass always pointing toward the best,
Not perfect, not a portrait, but alive,
The kind of soul the universe contrives,

[PreChorus]
So let the world slow down enough to see,
The magnitude of all she's chosen to be,
And let her rest inside the truth tonight,
That she has always been enough, has always been right,

[Bridge]
She doesn't need the spotlight to be seen,
She is the meaning hiding in between,
The way a room feels warmer when she's there,
The weight of love that's hanging in the air,
She came in like the Aquarius moon,
A cold electric thing that thaws too soon,
And roars like something Leo-born and wide,
A sovereign fire that she keeps inside,
The universe did not make her by chance,
She was the reason stars were taught to dance,

[Outro]
Martha, you were written before time,
Every