[Verse 1]
There's a fire behind the grace, a current under calm,
A lion who leads the room but carries her own storm,
She speaks in careful poetry, she thinks with her whole chest,
A mind that turns the world over until it's understood best,
They see the steady, open light — they don't see the tide,
All those fathoms running quietly, running deep inside

[PreChorus]
She's been the one who holds it all and rarely asks to rest,
But the weight she bears in silence is the proof she gives her best

[Chorus]
Sharon, you were written by something wide and old,
Every fire that forged you was a story to be told,
You don't need to earn the room — you were born to hold the floor,
Sharon, you are not too much, you are what the world is for

[Verse 2]
She loves with her whole nervous system, notices every seam,
The birthday that you mentioned once, the unspoken need between,
She doesn't wave her devotion like a banner in the air,
She folds it into small, quiet acts and leaves it waiting there,
She's wanted something real, not grand — just honest and bone-deep,
The kind of love that doesn't need to prove itself to keep

[PreChorus]
There's a hunger underneath the poise for something that won't break,
A longing for the kind of closeness that it's safe to take

[Chorus]
Sharon, you were written by something wide and old,
Every fire that forged you was a story to be told,
You don't need to earn the room — you were born to hold the floor,
Sharon, you are not too much, you are what the world is for

[Verse 3]
She's fought the feeling she was built from something slightly flawed,
That if she stopped improving there'd be nothing left to laud,
But every scar she smoothed away became a kind of skill,
Every wound she worked through quietly sharpened her own will,
She's descended into darkness more than once and found the light,
She knows things about survival that you only learn at night

[PreChorus]
The world she's built through patience and through choosing not to quit,
Is proof that every hard-won year was asking her to sit

[Chorus]
Sharon, you were written by something wide and old,
Every fire that forged you was a story to be told,
You don't need to earn the room — you were born to hold the floor,
Sharon, you are not too much, you are what the world is for

[Bridge]
The stars mapped something steady when they laid out who you'd be,
A woman made of depth and nerve and quiet sovereignty,
You've always been enough — the proof was never in the doing,
It was written in the marrow before anything was moving

[Outro]
So rest inside the knowing that the cosmos carved you true,
There is nothing left to prove, Sharon — the world was made for you