[Verse 1]
Still waters with a current running deep below the ground,
A patient kind of power that the surface can't surround,
She reads the room before she speaks, she weighs each word with care,
A mind that holds what others lose and keeps what's worth keeping there,
They see the calm, they rarely see the tide,
All those mountains she has moved completely alone inside,

[PreChorus]
But every stone she's carried built the bedrock where she stands,
The world was shaped by steady hearts and these are steady hands,

[Chorus]
She is rooted like the oldest living thing,
She is ancient, she is tender, she is everything,
Let the cosmos hold the proof of all she's worth,
She was written in the heavens long before she walked this earth,

[Verse 2]
She loves like something lit before the match could even land,
All in, no half-measures, heart already in her hands,
But freedom has to breathe beside the fire that she keeps,
She needs the space to choose the love that finally runs as deep,
She's given more than she has asked and asked for less than owed,
The grace she shows to everyone deserves to find its way back home,

[PreChorus]
The best of her is not the proof she offers to the crowd,
It's the quiet kind of knowing that she carries, low and loud,

[Chorus]
She is rooted like the oldest living thing,
She is ancient, she is tender, she is everything,
Let the cosmos hold the proof of all she's worth,
She was written in the heavens long before she walked this earth,

[Verse 3]
There is a wound where wonder used to live without a doubt,
A longing to believe in something no one could map out,
She poured herself into the work, the detail, and the craft,
And wondered why the joy of it so often didn't last,
But what she built with careful hands was never meant to rust,
Her life itself has been the path, and the path has always been enough,

[PreChorus]
The searching was the answer all along beneath the sky,
Her open heart was never lost, it was learning how to guide,

[Chorus]
She is rooted like the oldest living thing,
She is ancient, she is tender, she is everything,
Let the cosmos hold the proof of all she's worth,
She was written in the heavens long before she walked this earth,

[Bridge]
She does not need to earn the ground beneath her feet,
She does not need to carry every soul she meets,
The Capricorn moon knows patience is a form of grace,
And a Taurus heart was always meant to hold its place,

[Outro]
The stars don't ask the mountain to explain its height,
And neither does the universe ask this of her tonight,
She is enough, she has always been enough,
She is held.