[Verse 1]
There's a fire in the marrow, a tide beneath the skin,
A lion-hearted keeper of what burns and blooms within,
You walk into a room and something shifts without a word,
The calm they think they're reading isn't even close to what's occurred,
You've carried depths so heavy that the surface doesn't show,
Every scar a map of somewhere only you could go,

[PreChorus 1]
They see the warmth, they miss the ocean underneath,
They take the crown but never count the cost of what you keep,

[Chorus 1]
Bobbie, you were written in a language wide and rare,
The kind of soul the cosmos spends a century to prepare,
You are more than what you've managed, more than what you've survived,
Every piece of you is worthy, every version still alive,

[Verse 2]
You love like something ancient, like a shelter built from care,
You give before you're asked and then you wonder if you're there,
The mind that turns the quiet into meaning, into art,
That reads between the silences and tends to every heart,
But who has ever turned to you and asked you how you feel,
Who has seen the ones you hold inside and told you they are real,

[PreChorus 2]
You've searched the wider horizon for a truth to call your own,
And every time you've found it, you've been stronger than you've known,

[Chorus 2]
Bobbie, you were written in a language wide and rare,
The kind of soul the cosmos spends a century to prepare,
You are more than what you've managed, more than what you've survived,
Every piece of you is worthy, every version still alive,

[Verse 3]
You've stood between the wanting and the wisdom of restraint,
Between the leap of faith and learning how to hold without complaint,
The world saw someone steady, never asked about the cost,
Of all the times you kept the flame for everyone you loved and lost,
But that precision in your spirit, that quiet need for truth,
Isn't something to be mended — it's the armor you've been using since your youth,

[PreChorus 3]
You don't have to earn the room you're standing in today,
The universe already cleared the table, made a way,

[Chorus 3]
Bobbie, you were written in a language wide and rare,
The kind of soul the cosmos spends a century to prepare,
You are more than what you've managed, more than what you've survived,
Every piece of you is worthy, every version still alive,

[Verse 4]
There's a compass stitched inside you pointing somewhere wide and true,
Past the borrowed maps and borrowed rules to something only you can do,
The quest for meaning isn't restless — it's the way your spirit breathes,
You were born to move through fire and find the light beneath the leaves,
Let the world receive the offering you've been too long afraid to give,
This is not the dress rehearsal — this is precisely how you live,

[PreChorus 4]
The stars don't scatter randomly, they placed you here with care,
Your light was not an accident — it answers something in the air,

[Chorus 4]
Bobbie, you were written in a language wide and rare,
The kind of soul the cosmos spends a century to prepare,
You are more than what you've managed, more than what you've survived,
Every piece of you is worthy, every version still alive,

[Bridge]
You are not the sum of every time you almost fell apart,
You are every time you rose again and led with all your heart,
The deepest water carries what the shallow cannot hold,
And everything you've lived through, love, was always making you more whole,

[Outro]
You were placed here on purpose, built for more than getting through,
Bobbie, all the light the sky has ever held — it learned that light from you,