[Verse 1]
She keeps a notebook full of questions no one asked her first,
She's mapped the distance between who she is and who she nursed,
A mind that reads the room before she's crossed the door,
Her words were always chosen to give others more,
She learned to fold her truest voice into the in-between,
The kind of depth that moves through hallways and stays unseen,

[PreChorus]
But every careful sentence she rewrote and then erased
Was building toward a moment she can no longer be replaced,

[Chorus]
Annette, your name deserves the open air,
The studied grace, the knowing look, the truth you didn't dare,
You carried questions like a lantern through the long unknown,
Annette, the understanding that you've gathered is your own,

[Verse 2]
She holds a door for strangers but has rarely asked them in,
She's loved the way a letter means more than the discipline,
She'd sit across from someone and untangle all their knots,
Then go home to the silence of her own unspoken thoughts,
She finds the nerve to trust only after trust has bled,
And she learned that real connection's always harder than it's said,

[PreChorus]
But every scar that made her choose her circle small and true
Was teaching her the difference between borrowed love and new,

[Chorus]
Annette, step forward from the curtain's edge,
The full round face of everything that's gathered on the ledge,
You've read the hidden pages of a story not yet told,
Annette, the revelation rising now is yours to hold,

[Verse 3]
The pull between the harbor and the horizon never rests,
She's drawn to wide philosophy but builds her smallest nests,
She calculates each action with a craftsman's steady hand,
Then dreams in colors no precision diagram had planned,
She's solved for what is useful while the visionary burned,
Now both of them are hers — the earned, the given, and the learned,

[PreChorus]
And when the full round lamp of summer clears the July air,
She'll finally see the portrait that was always waiting there,

[Chorus]
Annette, the light that's cresting now is clear,
What lived beneath the surface long enough has volunteered,
You were the source, the question and the answer all along,
Annette, step into what you know — that knowing is your song,

[Bridge]
She thought the depth she carried was a weight against the door,
She thought the ones who saw her whole had somehow kept the score,
But understanding everything was never meant to cost her voice,
The notebook fills itself now, and the writing is a choice,

[Outro]
Annette, the full moon names what you already knew,
Every word you ever swallowed still belongs to you,