[Verse 1]
She came into the world with serious eyes and open hands,
Building what she needed from the cold and rocky land,
The youngest one who carried what a grown-up understands,
She mapped the debts before they'd even made their first demands,
But every ledger that she kept still left one column bare,
The cost of what it took from her to always meet things square,

[PreChorus]
She counted every loss like coins she couldn't spend,
Tallied up the worth of things that wouldn't break or bend,

[Chorus]
Lisa, you were made from more than what you've had to prove,
The iron in your spine was earned, not something you need to move,
You built a life from scratch and every choice you chose was true,
There is no debt you owe the world — the world is owing you,

[Verse 2]
She keeps the things that cut her, pressed like pages in a book,
A memory like a lockbox that holds everything you took,
Her fury runs so quiet that you'd miss it in a crowd,
But cross the ones she loves for good and nothing stays that proud,
She moved toward every big idea like chasing some far star,
Then came home to count the cost of going quite that far,

[PreChorus]
The pull between the wide horizon and the steady ground,
The truth she's been translating, turning thunder into sound,

[Chorus]
Lisa, every map you drew was drawn by your own hand,
You learned to read the weather before anyone had planned,
The doors you walked straight through were ones you welded, bolt by bolt,
No one gave you what you built — that's nothing short of gold,

[Verse 3]
The equinox arrives the way she always has to live,
Poised between the giving dark and everything to give,
She harvests what she planted in the years she worked alone,
The yield is richer than the ledger that she'd always known,
The crop she didn't count on is the one she finally sees —
That who she is in stillness is enough to shake the trees,

[PreChorus]
The season turns and something in her ledger starts to close,
A final entry written in the language no one chose,

[Chorus]
Lisa, what you've gathered now belongs to you to keep,
The harvest wasn't what you grew — it's all the ground beneath,
Every year you held the line when everything went cold,
Has ripened into something rare, and worth far more than gold,

[Bridge]
She learned to speak the big truth in the plainest kind of phrase,
Turned the philosophical to daily, practical, and graced,
The only thing she ever owed herself was her own name,
And she's been signing all her finest work without the claim,

[Outro]
Lisa, the accounts are settled, every column finally clear,
What you've built, what you've become, is exactly why you're here,