[Verse 1]
She came into the world before the winter let go,
Carrying more than her years, moving steady and slow,
The girl in the room who felt forty at nine,
Who set her own table and held her own line,
Built her house brick by brick on what she knew was true,
There's a bedrock kind of courage running all the way through,

[PreChorus]
But the ledger she's kept of her worth has been wrong,
She's been the foundation and never the song,

[Chorus]
Dianne, every careful thing you've made is proof,
Every room you've kept standing, every patched-up roof,
You're not the quiet behind someone else's name,
Dianne, the whole sky arranged itself to say you came,

[Verse 2]
She reads what's unspoken before the words begin,
Feels the crack in a voice and the ache underneath the skin,
She writes the unsent letter, she hears the unsung hymn,
She sees the best in people even when their edges dim,
Her dreaming isn't weakness — it's a blueprint drawn in grace,
The kind of knowing that no classroom ever gave a face,

[PreChorus]
She's been told to be practical, keep both feet on the ground,
But her depth is a compass, not a place to be found,

[Chorus]
Dianne, every tender thing you've felt was real,
Every wound you turned to wonder, every thing you chose to heal,
You were the one who stayed when staying cost the most,
Dianne, the whole sky remembered what you needed now to know,

[Verse 3]
There's a stubbornness in her that outlasted the rain,
Not the kind that digs in blind — the kind that knows its name,
She moved slow on purpose, chose the work that would last,
Built her joy like furniture, not something that would pass,
When she finally turned the corner, it was permanent, done,
No fanfare, no announcement — just the quiet of won,

[PreChorus]
And the circle she gathered kept her vision alive,
It takes a particular fire just to help the whole world thrive,

[Chorus]
Dianne, let the harvest count what you have grown,
Every seed you pressed in darkness into soil of your own,
The equinox is turning and the measure's coming due,
Dianne, every good and faithful thing comes back around to you,

[Verse 4]
She's the one whose love doesn't ask to be named,
Who finds the hidden beauty in the tarnished and the framed,
She descended into hard years and returned with something earned,
Not a scar she wears as armor but a lantern that she learned,
Now the days are getting equal and the light is holding still,
And everything she planted on that long uneven hill,

[PreChorus]
Is standing in the open air, rooted and full-grown,
She built it all from nothing and she built it all alone,

[Chorus]
Dianne, this is not the end of what you'll make,
Every careful choice you carried for your own and others' sake,
The whole year turning golden, and it's turning back to you,
Dianne, what the stars agreed on was that you were always true,

[Bridge]
She doesn't need permission from the voice that kept the score,
The third draft was the truest — she doesn't need to draft it more,
The porch light she left burning was never yours to dim,
She's the answer to a question that the world keeps asking him,

[Outro]
Dianne, the harvest knows your name,
Every quiet, faithful year has been reclaiming its own claim,
Let the equinox bear witness — you were never the refrain,
Dianne, you've always been the whole song.