[Verse 1]
She kept a journal by the kitchen door, pages soft with what she couldn't say out loud,
Her thoughts arrived like letters with no postmark, tender and profound,
She built her safety from the inside out, one steady shelf, one chosen thing,
Every word she saved for later held the weight of everything,
She felt what others buried in a glance, read the room before they spoke,
The kind of knowing that was never taught — it simply woke

[PreChorus]
She carried the blueprint of who she could become,
In every conversation, every lyric, every sum

[Chorus]
Korrie, you were made of more than you've been shown,
Every careful choice a seed that you have grown,
The story that you're writing isn't finished, it's in bloom,
Korrie, there's a whole horizon waiting in this room

[Verse 2]
She measured love in discipline and detail, slow to promise, true to every vow,
She'd pour herself completely into building, steady then as now,
At the table where the deals were never easy, she stayed sharp and didn't flinch,
She climbed the kind of ladder that leaves calluses at every inch,
The world saw someone gracious at the surface, never clocked the forge inside,
What they called composure was a fire she'd learned to ride

[PreChorus]
She mapped the distance between who she was and who she'd be,
Then walked it one deliberate step, refusing to agree

[Chorus]
Korrie, you carry what would break a lesser will,
Every doubt you worked around has made you stiller still,
The ledger of your life tips heavy toward what you have earned,
Korrie, this is what all those long and careful years have learned

[Verse 3]
Now something in the account has come due, a debt the past kept deferring all this time,
A door that swings toward closeness, toward the kind of love that doesn't ask you to decline,
She used to set a boundary like a wall, now she's learning it's a threshold she can cross,
Every scar she stitched in private was the compass, not the loss,
She's not the draft she wrote at midnight with the lights down, half-ashamed,
She is every version she survived, and they're all worth being named

[PreChorus]
The pen is hers, the page is clean, the hour finally right,
What she healed in quiet rooms becomes the thing that gives her light

[Chorus]
Korrie, what was mended in the dark now starts to show,
Every honest word you kept was one you get to know,
The grace you gave to everyone has circled back to stay,
Korrie, let what's coming in — it's safe to open wide today

[Bridge]
The notebook's full, she starts another one without apology,
She signs her name to what she's chosen, clear and finally free,
The door she kept half-shut for safety swings on easier hinges now,
She spent a life becoming who she is — and this is how

[Outro]
Korrie, this is your beginning dressed as now,
Every chapter you have written has taught you how