[Verse 1]
She carries oceans underneath a sunlit face
A tide that no one sees, a deep and private space
Her light burns quiet, banked behind the door
The kind of flame that heats a room without a roar
She's held so many hearts she's nearly lost the thread
Back to the voice that lives inside her head

[PreChorus]
But there's a horizon she was born to chase
A fire in her compass, and she knows her place

[Chorus]
Joanne, you are written in the oldest light
A Cancer moon that wanders through the Sagittarius night
The Leo in you rises like the morning knows to do
Every star that shaped this sky was shaped around you

[Verse 2]
She loves like a conversation, bright and quick and true
A laugh inside a glance, a world inside a view
She fights for everyone with quiet, faithful hands
Then wonders why she's tired in lands she doesn't understand
Her heart gives first and asks no questions at the door
That's not a wound to fix — that is the very core

[PreChorus]
She doesn't need to prove the ground beneath her feet
Everything she's carried made her whole, not incomplete

[Chorus]
Joanne, you are written in the oldest light
A Cancer moon that wanders through the Sagittarius night
The Leo in you rises like the morning knows to do
Every star that shaped this sky was shaped around you

[Verse 3]
She's broken cycles quietly, the ones no one could name
Rebuilt the home inside herself and never looked the same
Her mind moves like a river over questions without end
And every wound she's tended turned a stranger to a friend
She's magnetic without trying, she transforms without a word
The truest version of herself still waiting to be heard

[PreChorus]
Not behind the scenes forever — she was made to take the stage
This is not the final chapter, this is just a turning page

[Chorus]
Joanne, you are written in the oldest light
A Cancer moon that wanders through the Sagittarius night
The Leo in you rises like the morning knows to do
Every star that shaped this sky was shaped around you

[Bridge]
The cosmos didn't rush the making of this kind of soul
Every scar became the mortar, every ache became the whole
She was never lost — she was always finding her way through
The world needs what she carries, and it always will be true

[Outro]
Rest now in the knowing you were never just enough
You were always — always — more than enough