[Verse 1]
She reads a room before she crosses through the door,
A mind like open sky, always reaching for more,
She speaks her truth like daylight, clean and unafraid,
But carries something ancient underneath the brave facade,
The roots of her run deeper than the eye can see,
A woman built from fire and quiet mystery.

[PreChorus]
She's learned that love takes time, that trust is earned in stone,
And still she gives so freely what she'd never ask on loan.

[Chorus]
Let your stars speak, Constance, let the night unfold,
You are more than the stories you were never told,
Every scar a lantern, every wound a door,
Let your stars speak, Constance, you were made for more.

[Verse 2]
She craves connection like philosophy craves light,
A conversation deep enough to last the night,
She loves with steady hands and an unhurried devotion,
Not the crash of summer rain, but the pull of a patient ocean,
She's known the weight of roots that didn't always feel like home,
And still became the kind of shelter others call their own.

[PreChorus]
The fire in her rises like it never got the news
That the world would try to quiet it — she answers with the blues.

[Chorus]
Let your stars speak, Constance, let the night unfold,
You are more than the stories you were never told,
Every scar a lantern, every wound a door,
Let your stars speak, Constance, you were made for more.

[Verse 3]
She's wrestled with the question of deserving to be seen,
Walked the long corridor between the worlds of what could've been,
Her mind has mapped the distance between logic and the soul,
She's held the fractured pieces long enough to make them whole,
The cosmos wrote her carefully with ink that doesn't fade,
She is not the wound — she is the healing that it made.

[PreChorus]
She doesn't need to earn another breath, another day,
The universe already chose her — she was always on the way.

[Chorus]
Let your stars speak, Constance, let the night unfold,
You are more than the stories you were never told,
Every scar a lantern, every wound a door,
Let your stars speak, Constance, you were made for more.

[Bridge]
There's a compass in her chest that always finds due north,
She was never lost — just gathering herself before the forth,
The world needs what she carries, every carefully kept grace,
She is guided, she is held, she is finally in her place.

[Outro]
Let the night bear witness to the woman she has grown,
Every star that shaped her swears she never walked alone,
She is enough — she always was — she always will be home.