[Verse 1]
She built her world with careful, steady hands,
A ledger kept for things no one else understands,
The mind that catches every crooked line,
A presence at the top before she crossed the sign,
But underneath the structure, something dreamed in blue,
Two selves in full opposing pull, and both of them true

[PreChorus]
The architect who hears the undertow at night,
Is not divided — she is holding double light

[Chorus]
Kishti, you were made where precision meets the deep,
Where the notes you wrote at midnight are the ones you get to keep,
Every system that you built was never just a wall,
It was the language that you used to say you're here at all

[Verse 2]
She carries strangers' sorrows like a frequency,
Attuned to every signal no one else can see,
Her love is a threshold — cross it, you are known,
A devotion that expands the further it has grown,
She walked through rooms of trust that turned to broken glass,
And came back claiming power from everything that passed

[PreChorus]
The ones who tried to dim her never learned to read,
A magnetic will is not a flaw — it is a creed

[Chorus]
Kishti, every door you've forced has left a mark worth tracing,
Every contradiction held has kept your compass facing,
You refused their catalog, their neatly folded roles,
Let your protest be the proof of all your unmapped goals

[Verse 3]
There is a sky inside her built for wider thought,
For the conversation no one else has ever brought,
Her voice too quick, too unorthodox, too real —
The kind of mind that names the things the others only feel,
She is her own chosen home, the roots she learned to grow,
The fullness in the season she has always had to know

[PreChorus]
The revision is not failure — every draft is ground,
She was never lost; she was the one who must be found

[Chorus]
Kishti, let the work you love be loud enough to show,
The detail holds the whole design — now let the whole design go,
Every version of yourself that nearly broke the seams,
Was Kishti building Kishti out of something more than dreams

[Bridge]
When the public self and private self stand face to face,
When the record that she's kept no longer holds its place,
She'll turn toward the life that pulses, warm and without proof,
And find the deepest structure lives beneath her own roof

[Outro]
Kishti, you have always been the answer and the ask,
The most essential work was never someone else's task