[Verse 1]
She reads a room the way a surgeon reads an X-ray,
Every silence louder than whatever someone might say,
Her mind moves in layers, three conversations deep,
Filing what is spoken and the secrets people keep,
Born at midnight in November, carrying the dark like a key,
The kind of woman who sees everything — and still waits to be seen

[PreChorus]
But the stars were always spelling out her name,
Letter by letter, building her from pressure into flame

[Chorus]
Sandra, every word you chose and didn't say,
Every truth you held till someone looked away,
You were built to go where comfortable won't go —
Sandra, let the ones who read the sky tell you so

[Verse 2]
She kept her devotion folded like a deed inside a drawer,
Not given lightly — given once, and worth so much more,
Somewhere between the joy she planned for and the joy she earned,
She learned that celebration carries weight before it burns,
She scripted other people's comfort in her careful hand,
And wrote her own ambitions in the margins of her plan

[PreChorus]
But the hour she was born was never asking her to wait,
It was marking her for something she's already running late

[Chorus]
Sandra, there are pages in you no one's turned around,
Whole chapters in the timbre of your underground,
You were made for depths that easy living doesn't know —
Sandra, let the ones who read the sky tell you so

[Verse 3]
The equinox is coming in to balance dark and day,
Everything you carried finds its measure, finds its weight,
The harvest isn't what you gave away to keep the peace,
It's the orchard that you planted where the doubt began to cease,
She moves behind the scenes with the conviction of the tide,
But the things she built in secret are too permanent to hide

[PreChorus]
Now the ledger finally opens on a page that's only hers,
Every quiet act of courage finding sentences, not words

[Chorus]
Sandra, let the reckoning come easy, let it land,
Every scar on this becoming was already planned,
You were never the footnote — you were always the soul —
Sandra, let the ones who read the sky make you whole

[Bridge]
She spent so long translating other people's storms to calm,
She forgot that the interpreter deserves a psalm,
Now the evidence is stacking: every room she changed,
Every life that carried further what her presence rearranged

[Outro]
Sandra, take the credit that was always yours to claim in full,
The sky has kept the record — now let the record pull