[Verse 1]
She carries the weight of a door left ajar,
A house full of echoes, a self kept afar,
She reads every room before crossing the floor,
Pours herself into the work, then goes looking for more,
Her hands know the shape of a task before sleep,
The cost of that tenderness — quiet, and steep,

[PreChorus]
But something is turning beneath all she tends,
A pull like a current that rounds all its bends,

[Chorus]
Rakishma, the full moon is calling your name,
Every answer you've swallowed still carries its flame,
The life that you've built in the margins and gaps,
Is larger than any map you had to collapse,
Rakishma,

[Verse 2]
She fell into love like she fell into thought,
A phrase overheard, or a theory half-caught,
Two conversations running at once in her chest,
One reaching for distance, one aching to rest,
She's faithful to those who can hold her and still
Leave room for the questions she hasn't grown still,

[PreChorus]
She's learned that a word can unlock or confine,
She's learning at last that the word can be mine,

[Chorus]
Rakishma, the full moon has risen for you,
Every door you kept open brought someone through,
The tenderness measured in calendars kept,
The vigil you held while the rest of the world slept,
Rakishma,

[Verse 3]
She built her belief from the ground of the strange,
Borrowed no scripture, just followed the range
Of a mind that leaps rivers to land on new soil,
Philosophy packed like a lamp in her satchel of toil,
She ached to be heard through the fog of mistaken,
And wrote her own gospel for each time she was shaken,

[PreChorus]
The compass she carries was forged from the pain,
Of searching for meaning in someone else's refrain,

[Chorus]
Rakishma, the full moon is steady and bright,
You've held other people's answers through the night,
Now the question belongs to no doctrine or creed,
Your own voice, unhushed, is the only one you need,
Rakishma,

[Verse 4]
There's gold in the ledger she almost destroyed,
A worthiness buried beneath the alloyed,
She learned to distrust what she couldn't possess,
And rebuilt her value from inside the mess,
She knows now that security isn't a sum,
It's the self she comes back to when everything's done,

[PreChorus]
The moon clears the ridge where she's stood all this time,
And the life she's been tending steps into its prime,

[Chorus]
Rakishma, the full moon reveals what is true,
There is nothing unclaimed that already is you,
The boldness you rationed, the joy that you deferred,
Every syllable of who you are — finally heard,
Rakishma,

[Bridge]
The home she was raised in was harder to name,
An undercurrent she felt but could never quite claim,
So she made herself steady when steadiness failed,
And she learned to be shelter wherever she sailed,

[Outro]
The full moon holds nothing she hasn't already known,
Rakishma, come forward — this is yours to own,