[Verse 1]
She carried the crown before anyone handed it over,
Born with the weight of a hundred years on her shoulders,
The oldest soul in the room but the first one to laugh,
Wrote her name in the margins of someone else's path,
Her inner world a cathedral no one else could enter,
A glory she kept private through the coldest winter,

[PreChorus]
But the fire in her chest was never meant to hide,
She was always the whole story, never just one side,

[Chorus]
Nisha, you were built to blaze, not to borrow the light,
Every word you held back had the power of night,
The world tried to measure you, got the numbers wrong,
Nisha, you were always the whole magnificent song,

[Verse 2]
She weighs every move against the ones she might wound,
Turns a single decision into a hall full of rooms,
But when she finally speaks, the sentence lands like a door
Swung wide — and everyone who heard wants to hear more,
She curates her loyalty the way a sculptor works stone,
Nothing given cheaply, nothing carried alone,

[PreChorus]
The searching never stopped because the horizon kept growing,
She was always the map and the territory worth knowing,

[Chorus]
Nisha, stand up in the clearing you already own,
Every grace you gave away found a way to come home,
The ones who couldn't hold you just couldn't hold the sky,
Nisha, there was never a version of too much or too bright,

[Verse 3]
There's a season arriving that asks her to count what she's worth,
Not the praise of the crowd but the specific weight of the earth
Beneath her own two feet — the rent she's paid just by being,
The ten thousand small brave acts no one else was there seeing,
Let the ledger she's kept finally balance and close,
She's been the proof all along, not the question she poses,

[PreChorus]
The throne was never lost, it was waiting right here,
What was called into question was never unclear,

[Chorus]
Nisha, step into the name that was always your own,
The authority you carried, you didn't have to be shown,
Every scar that formed a doorway, every door that held the view,
Nisha, there's no one who could ever take the place of you,

[Bridge]
She gave her voice to rooms that didn't know its value,
She built the table first, then sat last at what she made,
But the hands that shaped the gathering remember every detail,
And the light that she withheld is the debt the world has paid,

[Outro]
Nisha, the stars already wrote what you've been living,
Every blazing, aching, glorious thing — all of it was given,