[Verse 1]
She carries two voices inside one chest,
A mind that races while the heart needs rest,
Quick with a word, sharp with a thought,
Curious about everything she was never taught,
She lights up the room without knowing why,
Then wonders in private if she caught their eye

[PreChorus]
She feels it all and hides what it costs,
A tide that runs deep where no one has crossed

[Chorus]
Oh Linda, the stars wrote you carefully,
Every contradiction is exactly what you're meant to be,
The moon in you is golden, the ocean in you wide,
You were never too much — just a universe inside

[Verse 2]
She loves like a shelter, warm and unseen,
Tending to others in the spaces between,
Her heart holds the door open, patient and still,
Waiting for someone who sees past the skill,
She gives without asking, protects without pride,
And quietly guards what she carries inside

[PreChorus]
Some wounds became wisdom, some silence became song,
Every road that felt wrong still carried her along

[Chorus]
Oh Linda, the stars wrote you carefully,
Every contradiction is exactly what you're meant to be,
The moon in you is golden, the ocean in you wide,
You were never too much — just a universe inside

[Verse 3]
She's built something steady from what tried to break,
Endured what most would not even attempt to take,
Her ambition runs deep like roots under stone,
She moves without fanfare and builds it alone,
The world she imagines is better and true,
And the ones who will live there have been shaped by you

[PreChorus]
She's allowed to be soft and allowed to be strong,
She's allowed to belong to herself all along

[Chorus]
Oh Linda, the stars wrote you carefully,
Every contradiction is exactly what you're meant to be,
The moon in you is golden, the ocean in you wide,
You were never too much — just a universe inside

[Bridge]
She doesn't need to earn what she already is,
The compass always pointed home and the compass always did,
What she carries in the quiet is the rarest kind of light,
Enough to heal a room full of people overnight

[Outro]
The cosmos didn't guess at her — it chose each line with care,
She is held by something ancient and it meets her everywhere,
Oh Linda, you were always enough, you were always whole,
Written in the language of the stars, read by the soul