[Verse 1]
She was born with a roar the room couldn't hold,
A sovereign fire pressed behind frosted glass, untold,
Sun and heart fused at the new moon's edge,
She knew her own name before she learned to hedge,
But the throne sat hidden, curtains drawn inside,
The loudest one in every room she never occupied.

[PreChorus]
She carried gold in both her hands and gave it all away,
But Cheri, every crown you've forged belongs to you today.

[Chorus]
Cheri, you were built to blaze, not beg for borrowed ground,
The voice that moved in metaphor deserves to make its sound,
Every room you warmed from shadow still remembers your heat,
Cheri, step into the open — your own stage is complete.

[Verse 2]
She filed the edges of herself to keep the peace at last,
Made the table, set the chairs, and praised the ones who passed,
She stitched devotion into every quiet task and favor done,
Checked the work a second time, a third, beneath a covered sun,
The precision of her caring was a kind of artistry,
But the painting stayed unframed, unlit, for everyone to see.

[PreChorus]
She put the whole world's paperwork before her own front door,
But Cheri, the ledger finally says: you don't owe anyone more.

[Chorus]
Cheri, your devotion doesn't need to wear disguise,
The tenderness you've given freely glows behind your eyes,
Every friend who found a harbor in your steadfast, chosen few,
Cheri, let that same fierce loyalty come pouring back to you.

[Verse 3]
She walked into a room and rewired every frequency there,
Original, electric, the one who rearranged the air,
Not with volume — with a presence that refused to disappear,
An iron nerve beneath the velvet, vision sharp and clear,
They said, "You're too much," and she clipped her own bright wire,
But you cannot dim a current just by telling it not to fire.

[PreChorus]
The ones who asked her to be smaller had the smaller dream,
But Cheri, the uncut version is far better than it seems.

[Chorus]
Cheri, you're the frequency that bends before it breaks,
The architecture of your instincts outlasts every mistake,
Every jagged, unconventional and necessary move,
Cheri, that original design was always in the groove.

[Verse 4]
Now the deeper season turns and something old unlocks,
She's writing in the margins of the life that she forgot,
The relationships that tested her revealed a healer's art,
The ones that left a bruise behind still couldn't stop her heart,
She tends to what she's built in full — the future and the now,
The stage was always hers to take; she's just remembering how.

[PreChorus]
She stood behind the curtain long enough to know its weight,
But Cheri, knowing your own name is never, ever late.

[Chorus]
Cheri, every door you've moved through made the doorway wide,
The gold that you kept giving is still burning deep inside,
The anthem playing underneath your days was always true,
Cheri, it was always, only, endlessly for you.

[Bridge]
She was never too much — she was exactly this,
A sovereign song the world kept trying to dismiss,
Let the word go out, let the whole truth stand,
The throne was hers — she built it with her own two hands.

[Outro]
Cheri, step forward — the stage is lit,
Every piece of who you are was always a perfect fit.