[Verse 1]
There's a fire at the door the way you carry a room,
A lion's quiet gravity that lights up the gloom.
But underneath the warmth there is a sea without end,
Where you feel everything twice and tell almost no one, old friend.

[Pre-Chorus]
But you've spent so long watching the door,
Wondering if letting them in breaks something you can't restore.

[Chorus]
Linda-Grace, there's a lion and a tide inside you,
And the truest things about you are the ones you tried to hide, too.
The fire doesn't leave you — it just learned to wait,
You weren't built for early — you were built to arrive late.
And the stars that stayed up watching know exactly what you are:
You are the star.

[Verse 2]
You've loved like a contract — slow ink, careful hand,
You give what you mean, not what people demand.
There's a distance you've mastered that looks like composed,
But Linda-Grace, I know what it costs to stay closed.

[Pre-Chorus]
What if the wound was the door all along?
What if the ache in your chest is the root of your song?

[Chorus]
Linda-Grace, there's a lion and a tide inside you,
And the truest things about you are the ones you tried to hide, too.
The fire doesn't leave you — it just learned to wait,
You weren't built for early — you were built to arrive late.
And the stars that stayed up watching know exactly what you are:
You are the star.

[Verse 3]
There's a calling that lives where your ambition was born,
Not for fame or approval — it runs deeper than form.
But an old soul like yours doesn't end — it distills,
And what's coming for you now is the life that fulfills.

[Pre-Chorus]
The long road behind you was never the loss —
Every ending was clearing the path you were crossing across.

[Chorus]
Linda-Grace, there's a lion and a tide inside you,
And the truest things about you are the ones you tried to hide, too.
The fire doesn't leave you — it just learned to wait,
You weren't built for early — you were built to arrive late.
And the stars that stayed up watching know exactly what you are:
You are the star.

[Bridge]
Now the season is turning — the archer knows your name,
The part of you that creates is finally coming to claim.
The legacy you're building isn't what you left behind —
It's the thing you finally make when you free your own mind.

[Outro]
The tide doesn't ask if it's worthy to rise.
Linda-Grace — neither should you.