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[Verse 1] When the void becomes an ocean made of frost, She keeps a volcano underneath her ribs, a book. A lullaby, a paper boat that drifts, A mother's prayer, a lighthouse lost in mist. For every star, an anchor thrown and cast, She knows she's never drifted from her path. [Chorus] She carries light just like a secret garden grows, A thread of hope, a pact with skies above. Even when the shadow spreads its forests wide, She finds the strength, a honey dance of love. She's never alone, never lost in the blue, For in her heart, the flame is a street she walks through. [Verse 2] The winds they howl like hungry wolves at night, But her voice, a river, knows to tame their bite. She sings the words, deep roots beneath the ground, Promises and stars that melt without a sound. Each step upon the dust of broken nights, Is a petal that love has bloomed to light. [Bridge] And if the night seems like a tunnel with no doors, She closes her eyes, her wings take off and soar. A star shines bright, an ancient mirror's face, An echo, a garden coming back to place. She moves ahead, guided by that voice within, That tells her: "You are home, sometimes, begin." [Chorus] She carries light just like a secret garden grows, A thread of hope, a pact with skies above. Even when the shadow spreads its forests wide, She finds the strength, a honey dance of love. She's never alone, never lost in the blue, For in her heart, the flame is a street she walks through. [Outro] And when the void will close its arms again, She'll know she painted sparks that never end. A lullaby, a paper bird in flight, A prayer, a golden furrow in the light. She's never truly lost, you see, For her light is a woven star, forever free.