[Verse 1]
She reads the room before a word is said,
Carries the whole conversation in her head,
Two voices braided into one inside her chest,
The dreamer and the steady hand that won't second-guess,
She built her sense of self in the space between two people,
And every mirror showed her something truer, something equal

[PreChorus]
She's been walking the long way, measuring every seam,
Turning what she couldn't say into a livable dream

[Chorus]
Sage, the sky had your name before you learned it,
Every harvest you endured, you more than earned it,
Sage, the days kept score of all you gave and grew,
And the equinox knows exactly what you're due

[Verse 2]
She fights for what she loves without drawing the sword,
Protects the ones she holds without asking reward,
She'll cross a philosophical country to know what is true,
But the question she kept dodging was what she herself needed to do,
Her convictions ran deep as a river cutting stone,
And she kept the porch light burning even when she came home alone

[PreChorus]
The pull between the deep and the ordinary day,
Had her translating visions no one else could say

[Chorus]
Sage, she carried the unpayable and paid it,
Every crack in the foundation, she relaid it,
Sage, the ones who went through darkness came back lit,
And the equinox is counting every last bit

[Verse 3]
She never wore the title that the world pressed on her frame,
Broke the expected mold before she even knew its name,
Her public road kept veering off the designated line,
The unorthodox direction turned out to be the sign,
She poured her heart into the work that no one else could see,
Then finally let the joy of making just be what it had to be

[PreChorus]
Now the days grow equal, and the balance tips toward rest,
And the harvesting begins by claiming what she does best

[Chorus]
Sage, the long season turned and now it's landing,
Everything she tended finally understanding,
Sage, the sky kept whispering her name just right,
And the equinox brings in what she planted in the night

[Bridge]
The inner critic laid its tools down on the floor,
The ledger finally balanced, she stopped keeping score,
The conversation she'd been saving for herself alone,
Was the one that led her all the way back home

[Outro]
Sage, the turning point was always yours to keep,
All that gold she'd sown — it's hers to reap