[Verse 1]
She built her table sturdy, set each chair in place,
Tended every person, put herself last in the race,
The responsibility ran deep as bedrock through her bones,
She kept the whole house standing while she wandered far from home,
That pull between the longing and the duty she was shown—
She carried other people's ceilings, forgot she had her own.

[PreChorus]
But the harvest doesn't wait for perfect weather or perfect hands,
It asks only that you show up and tend what still stands.

[Chorus]
Sherry, you were built from something that endures,
Every door you walked back through was always yours,
The foundation didn't crumble — it was waiting all along,
Come back to the table, Sherry, you belong.

[Verse 2]
She loved with every gesture, grand and given without cost,
Poured her whole heart forward even knowing what she'd lost,
She chased the shape of something she imagined love could be,
And when the dream turned cloudy she still held it tenderly,
She's a woman who gives grandly, who is loyal to the bone,
Who deserves the same devotion she has lavishly been shown.

[PreChorus]
The days keep turning over, each one lays a different stone,
And the truest kind of faith is built one good step from your own.

[Chorus]
Sherry, you were made for more than borrowed worth,
Every time you started over, you proved your earth,
Your loyalty runs deeper than the doubt that made you small,
Come back to the table, Sherry, stand tall.

[Verse 3]
September's changing angle brings the equal dark and day,
The equinox reminds her what she'd almost given away,
Her courage isn't thunder — it's the steady hand that stays,
That clears the unread letters, lays the first plank, plants the maze,
She speaks in feeling-language, counts her wisdom, not her years,
And the life she's building forward is worth more than all her fears.

[PreChorus]
The harvest asks for presence, not perfection in the yield,
What you carry to the next row is the very thing that's healed.

[Chorus]
Sherry, you are standing in your own good light,
What you're coming back to is already right,
Your whole heart is enough now, it always was the key,
Come back to the table, Sherry, and be free.

[Bridge]
She laid the old floor down with patient, deliberate hands,
Not because the ground was easy, but because she understands
That every solid thing she builds begins with choosing to remain—
The same woman, clearer-eyed, who steps through her own door again.

[Outro]
The equinox is even — every side of you belongs,
Sherry, you are home now, this is where you're strong.