[Verse 1]
She's had the ledger open since before she learned to rest,
Every column double-checked, every detail second-guessed,
Old enough at eight to carry what a grown woman would,
Composure like a coat she wore before she understood,
The world saw someone steady, poised, already complete —
But the careful ones who hold it all can still feel incomplete.

[PreChorus]
Still she kept the threshold swept, the table set just right,
Something in her knowing hands could sort the dark from light.

[Chorus]
Nanette, you are the harvest coming in from the field,
The years of patient tending now are finally revealed,
Nanette, what you carried made you sharper, not less —
The equinox is turning, and it's turning toward your yes.

[Verse 2]
She gives through the doing — a meal timed perfectly,
A room arranged for someone else's peace and dignity,
Moon and tender feelings woven into daily bread,
She speaks devotion fluently without a word being said,
But her own name on the list of those she's tended to?
That blank line in the middle — Nanette, it belongs to you.

[PreChorus]
The depth she always dived to find the hidden truth in things
Is the same depth, turned inward now, where her own freedom rings.

[Chorus]
Nanette, you are the harvest, not the ground it grows from,
Not the labor in the dark before the first fruits come,
Nanette, let what's ripened now be gathered in your name —
The equinox is level, and both sides hold the same.

[Verse 3]
She's built for transformation the way old timber's built for fire —
Not destruction but a burning that burns steady, burning higher,
Every partnership a mirror showing who she's yet to be,
Every reckoning she's walked through carved a deeper clarity,
The days grow equal now, and something shifts along the seam —
She's done translating other people's lives; this one is hers to mean.

[PreChorus]
The mind that mapped the hidden room, that found the fault in every stone,
Now turns the same precision toward the life she's always known.

[Chorus]
Nanette, you are the turning, you're the threshold and the door,
The work you did in silence is about to ask for more,
Nanette, step into equal light — the dark side and the day —
The equinox won't come again; don't give this moment away.

[Bridge]
She was told that being thorough meant she shouldn't take up room,
That the careful tend the garden but they don't become the bloom,
But the roots she laid run deeper than the ones who named her small —
She is both the one who plants the seed and the one who takes the hall.

[Outro]
Nanette, the scales are level now — stand in the open air,
The harvest knows exactly what it's taken to get there.