[Verse 1]
She keeps a running list of questions no one asked her first,
A mind that drinks in everything and still fights through the thirst,
She reads the room before she speaks, she maps the unseen seams,
A woman who has built her public name from private dreams,
Her hands were always reaching out while holding her own weight,
She learned to love the work of truth before she loved the wait,

[PreChorus]
But something sharp lives underneath the steady, polished show,
A charge between what she feels fast and what she's allowed to know,

[Chorus]
Megan, you were forged between the current and the calm,
The one who holds the whole room up and still reads her own palm,
You built the door, you built the frame, you built what you walk through,
Megan, every question that you carried was the clue,

[Verse 2]
There's a tenderness she keeps like good china, rarely shown,
She nests it in the marrow of the spaces she calls home,
She'll charm the crowd, she'll lead the room, she'll argue and she'll win,
Then go back to the ones she trusts and let the real begin,
She's built for depth, not surface praise — she knows the difference well,
Between the life that looks correct and stories worth the tell,

[PreChorus]
The pull between the vast ideal and what her hands can make,
Has been the very voltage that she's learned she cannot fake,

[Chorus]
Megan, she has always been the architect and flame,
The one who maps the territory others never name,
She earned the view from where she stands by doing the hard part,
Megan, let the record show — precision is an art,

[Verse 3]
A door in her that swings to let the right ones all the way,
Has cost her more than twice what she'd admit on any day,
She's learned that being chosen doesn't mean surrendering the key,
That love that opens something locked is worth its own degree,
Now something shifts the way a latch releases in the fall,
And what was locked inside her chest goes echo through the hall,

[PreChorus]
She doesn't need to prove the work — the work already speaks,
What's coming isn't punishment for all those grinding weeks,

[Chorus]
Megan, this is not the end of something — it's the turn,
The second chapter of a woman who already learned,
She's walked through what would break a wall and still came out the door,
Megan, she was never asking much — she's asking for more,

[Bridge]
Let the record be corrected, let the ledger find its right,
The version of herself she hid deserves to step to light,
She is not the careful draft — she is the final page,
The deepest voice in every room is finally taking stage,

[Outro]
Megan, every star she charted was her own,
She's always been the truest thing she's ever known,