[Verse 1]
She was born with the whole world tucked behind her ribs,
Feeling borrowed grief before she'd learned to live,
A child who catalogued the cracks in other people's walls,
Who heard what no one said and caught what no one else recalls,
She pressed her palms to soil when the dreaming got too wide,
Building something solid just to have a place to hide.

[PreChorus]
But the discipline she forged in the dark before the dawn
Was never a cage around her — it was how she carried on.

[Chorus]
Colette, every quiet thing you've guarded like a gate
Was a treasury, not a lack — a depth, not something late,
Colette, you were born to build what only you could name,
And every careful stone you've laid has always been your claim.

[Verse 2]
She writes the letter twice before she slides it underneath,
Metaphors for feelings she was told she shouldn't speak,
Her mind moves like a river that's decided where to go,
Poetic where the water bends, deliberate in its flow,
She holds her love the way you hold a tool you've learned to trust —
Not a fever, not a flinching — something forged, not rushed.

[PreChorus]
The ones who waited long enough to earn that open door
Found she didn't love by halves — she loved to the core.

[Chorus]
Colette, what lives beneath that composed and steady face
Is a current deep as bedrock finding form and taking space,
Colette, every door you kept closed through the long delay
Held the room where your devotion grew, unhurried, into grace.

[Verse 3]
There's a restlessness that pulls her past the edge of the explained,
A visionary hunger that the structured life can't tame,
She'll question every scaffold that was handed down as truth,
Dismantle it at midnight just to build it with more proof,
Her worth was never the ledger and her power was never loud —
She's the architect of futures that she hasn't yet allowed.

[PreChorus]
Something turning deep inside her, patient as the buried root,
Is rising now to find the light and finally take fruit.

[Chorus]
Colette, let the life you've held so carefully expand,
You were built for more than keeping — you were made to understand,
Colette, every blueprint that you've drafted in the blue
Is the beginning of the legacy that's only meant for you.

[Bridge]
She's the still point in the room where something unseen shifts,
The one whose presence changes things in ways too fine to list,
She's learned to trust the knowing that arrives before the word —
The most important things she's ever said were first just heard.

[Outro]
Go on, Colette, and build the thing only you can see,
Every careful year was practice — now it's time to be free.