[Verse 1] A woman who stops searching outward is a rare kind of light, She rejects the noisy thunder and chooses softer nights. She speaks with pure intention, lets her silence lead the room, And the world begins to shift and find a calmer tune. She moves through life with elegance, untouched by passing storm, Beautifully detached, yet graceful, steady, warm. A fortress built in quiet, by her own two hands, Her center runs like clockwork, perfectly in command. [Chorus] She needs no validation to balance what is true, Her heart is an empire that belongs to only her, too. She guards her time and focus like a treasure she won’t spend, First she belongs to herself, and that is where she’ll end. [Verse 2] Her boundaries are iron, her structure hard to sway, A perimeter of power no one bends away. Practically impossible to influence or break, She stands in her own rhythm, and the whole world takes a breath for her sake.
