[Verse] She’s the first one to say “I’ve got you” when the world feels unkind, The one who remembers your tea, your hopes, and your state of mind. She gives without keeping a score or a debt on the wall, Never asking for anything, though she gives us her all. [Chorus] She’s the quiet in noise and the warmth when the air turns cold, The steadying hand that is never too tired to hold. And if she could see how she brightens the room just by being, She’d know that she’s more than the person that she thinks she’s seeing. [Verse 2] She notices when you are tired before you can speak, She stays by your side when your spirit is weak. It’s the way that she listens, the way that she looks in your eyes, A truth that is simple and doesn’t need any disguise. [Outro] She isn’t just good, and she isn’t just kind, She’s the rarest of things that a person can find.
