[Verse 1]
She was born with her whole heart pressed against the glass,
Feeling every stranger's grief before they even passed,
Her truest self a lantern kept in an unlit room,
The vision burning clearest in the depth of the afternoon,
She rewrote the blueprint three times just to get it right,
A mind that drafts the future in the middle of the night,

[PreChorus]
But the drafting table's covered now with everyone else's plans,
And the harvest she's been promised keeps on slipping through her hands,

[Chorus]
Genine, the field is turning gold beneath the equal day,
Every careful row you've tended was never thrown away,
Genine, the work you did in silence was the realest work of all,
Now the equinox has balanced it — it's time to claim the fall,

[Verse 2]
She keeps the ledger of the people that she swore she'd serve,
Crossing out her own name first, convinced she didn't deserve,
Her drive runs like a dial set precise and very fine,
She'll fix what's cracked in someone's wall before she fixes mine,
She loves the way a fellow dreamer loves the unbuilt thing,
Through shared blueprints, honest argument, and reasoning,

[PreChorus]
But the tension in the partnership has worn the hinge down bare,
And the one who's done the mending hasn't stopped to check her wear,

[Chorus]
Genine, the scales have steadied in the slow-receding heat,
Every compromise you hammered out was never a defeat,
Genine, the one who filled the other side of every room,
Deserves to plant her own row now and watch her own thing bloom,

[Verse 3]
The rebel and the builder live together in her chest,
One demands the future now, one says be still and rest,
She's learned to speak the inside thought in language anyone can hold,
To take the deep, ungovernable knowing and make it told,
The vision and the provable have argued their last night,
She steps into the shorter dark already carrying her light,

[PreChorus]
The equinox won't wait for her to finish being unsure,
What she's gathered over decades is already the cure,

[Chorus]
Genine, the days and nights have measured out to something true,
Every unanswered question was a door that opened you,
Genine, the harvest table's set — pull up the nearest chair,
The one who fed the whole world's dream is finally welcome there,

[Bridge]
Let the third draft be the final draft, let the ledger close tonight,
Let the unlit lantern in the room become its own lamplight,
The rebel and the builder shake hands somewhere in your chest,
And the future you keep drafting takes the shape you know is best,

[Outro]
Genine, the equinox has called your name across the open year,
Everything you tended in the quiet has been waiting here,