[Verse 1]
Sandra, you were born with roots that run so deep,
A quiet kind of fire that the world won't always see.
You carry something ancient in the way you hold your ground,
A steady hand, a patient heart, a wisdom that's hard-found.
You built yourself from blueprints that you drafted on your own,
And every wall you've put up was a shelter, not a throne.
There's thunder in your gentleness, there's courage in your care,
You don't need to prove you're worthy — you were always standing there.

[PreChorus]
And I know you feel it pulling, that tension in your chest,
Between the one who plays it safe and the one who wants the rest.
But the sky was never asking you to choose just one direction —
It gave you both the anchor and the restless imperfection.

[Chorus]
So let yourself be seen, Sandra, not just the polished stone,
But the cracks that let the morning in, the wild seeds you have sown.
You were built to last through winters that would break a lesser will,
And the universe keeps whispering: you're becoming, still.

[Verse 2]
You love like something sacred and you don't give it away,
Until the ground beneath you feels like it was built to stay.
But underneath that careful gaze, there's someone burning bright,
Who wants to be undone by love and held through every night.
You don't need someone easy — you need someone just as real,
Who sees the depth behind your eyes and isn't scared to feel.
Your heart was made for something that the surface never shows,
A love that builds a shelter where your tenderness can grow.

[PreChorus]
And I know the doubt still visits like a voice you can't outrun,
Telling you to earn the light before you step into the sun.
But your presence is the offering, your breath is the permission —
You don't have to be finished to deserve your own admission.

[Chorus]
So let yourself be seen, Sandra, not just the polished stone,
But the cracks that let the morning in, the wild seeds you have sown.
You were built to last through winters that would break a lesser will,
And the universe keeps whispering: you're becoming, still.

[Bridge]
There's a version of your life that's calling from ahead,
Where you create without apology, where joy replaces dread.
Where the girl who always held it all finally lets it go,
And discovers that the letting go is how the rivers flow.
Sandra, the stars didn't make you careful just to keep you small —
They made you strong enough to leap and brave enough to fall.

[Outro]
So take your time, but take your place — the stage was always yours.
The constellations wrote your name across these open doors.
You're not behind, you're not too late, you're right where you should be —
A quiet revolution, Sandra, slowly breaking free.