Nine worlds aligned on the same side of the sun on the day that you were born—a child of the moon. Your eyes the color of a rainbow when it runs, and golden hair as fine as sand on a shifting desert dune. You did your best to hide but so few could look away, from such beauty and grace ever fused. And therein was a sadness, no one could keep pace, leaving all bewildered and feeling so accused. Of all the paths there is only one where you and I collide. I can't pretend I understand why— I only know wherever you go, so do I. Under your sky. Under your sky. You spent your days far different than most girls and boys, so focused on how you might just turn down the noise. They saw their world in a kaleidoscope of grays, where you saw constellations of color in your silent plays. From the young girl to the woman you are today, bright stars in dark nights can't be buried away. So they beguiled with smiles and deepening lies, hoping to spend just a moment under your sky. They promised you kingdoms and you only laughed how could they know what you already had? Always on a stage but don't want to be seen, in your empire of silence where you are the queen. Of all the paths there is only one where you and I collide. I can't pretend I understand why— I only know wherever you go, so do I. Under your sky. Under your sky. Now the world spins fast, but you move without care, a dancer in the storm, untouched by the air. You build with light, with science and soul— a healer whose silence makes broken things whole. So wherever you wander, in ballroom or sky, know I walk beside you, never asking why. For in your quiet, I found my tune— and I’ll follow your rhythm, from sun to moon. Of all the paths there is only one where you and I collide. I can't pretend I understand why— I only know wherever you go, so do I. Under your sky. Under your sky. Forever under your sky
