[Verse 1]
She walked in with the whole map burning in her chest,
A torch that wouldn't dim no matter who said rest,
Her laugh too loud, her truth too sharp, her vision too wide,
Every room she entered had to choose a side,
She was built for open country, not for smaller doors,
The kind of gold that glitters most when tested by the war,

[PreChorus]
The ones who told her tone it down just didn't understand,
That fire in her hands was the whole plan,

[Chorus]
Annette, you were made to blaze and not apologize,
A sun in the fifth that can't be kept from its own skies,
You earned every scar from every time you blazed too bright,
Annette, the dare and the devotion are your birthright,

[Verse 2]
She keeps the home like a cathedral, swept and held with care,
Two lovers fused in one heartbeat, bone and prayer,
When she commits, she doesn't leave a door ajar,
She loves all the way down to where the ugly scars are,
But she learned early to bolt the feeling behind the rib,
To be the steady one before she said what she lived,

[PreChorus]
She carried the composed face like a well-worn coat,
Not because she was empty but to stay afloat,

[Chorus]
Annette, the full moon over everything you've known,
Pulls the tide out far enough to show what you have grown,
All the truths you swallowed whole come rising into view,
Annette, the light revealing now belongs to you,

[Verse 3]
She built her name with methodical and deliberate hands,
Not luck but a ledger settled on the highest demands,
The vision at the top of the ladder was her own design,
A reputation earned so slow it felt like a sign,
Now every bridge she didn't burn is still standing straight,
And every door she didn't force just swung open wide at the gate,

[PreChorus]
The ones who watched her wait in silence finally see,
That patience in a blazing soul is its own decree,

[Chorus]
Annette, the architect who drew herself from scratch,
What looked like standing still was just you winding up the latch,
No ceiling held you long enough to call it permanent,
Annette, the boldest move you make is knowing what you meant,

[Bridge]
The full moon pulls the curtain back on every half-told truth,
The voice that went unspoken since the years of her youth,
She doesn't need the crowd to chant to know the words are real,
The deepest revolution is the one she dares to feel,

[Outro]
Annette, the dare is done, the blazing just begins,
This is not a comeback, this is where the real one wins,