[Verse 1]
She holds a thousand thoughts like birds in open air,
A mind that moves through rooms before her body's there,
Quick with wonder, slow to trust what can't be touched or weighed,
She builds her love like stone — it takes a while, but once it's laid,
There's fire underneath the calm, a tide beneath the still,
An Aries moon that races where the rest of her stands still

[PreChorus]
She's carried more than people know, and made it look like grace,
She's the light that fills the room before she's found her place

[Chorus]
Joanna, you were written in the oldest kind of light,
A twin flame and a thunder clap, a noon and a midnight,
You don't have to prove the sky — you've always been the view,
Joanna, every star they mapped was pointing back to you

[Verse 2]
She pours herself into the ones who never fill back up,
She gives before she's asked, then quietly empties her cup,
There's something in the way she loves — unhurried, deep, and true,
Like tending something slow to bloom, she stays the whole way through,
But she's learned what gets devoured and what deserves to stay,
She's building something only she can name and give away

[PreChorus]
The world has left its mark on her, she wore it without shame,
But every wound became the root of everything she came

[Chorus]
Joanna, you were written in the oldest kind of light,
A twin flame and a thunder clap, a noon and a midnight,
You don't have to prove the sky — you've always been the view,
Joanna, every star they mapped was pointing back to you

[Verse 3]
She's looked for meaning in the wide and uncharted places,
In distant roads and borrowed books and unfamiliar faces,
Her spirit doesn't settle when the answers feel too small,
She'd rather sit inside the question than pretend to know it all,
There's something the horizon keeps that only she can read,
A compass made of longing sewn into the place she bleeds

[PreChorus]
She doesn't need permission now to take up all her space,
The life she's lived has earned her every corner, every grace

[Chorus]
Joanna, you were written in the oldest kind of light,
A twin flame and a thunder clap, a noon and a midnight,
You don't have to prove the sky — you've always been the view,
Joanna, every star they mapped was pointing back to you

[Bridge]
Let the searching be enough, let the open road be home,
You were never truly lost in all the distance you have roamed,
The cosmos wrote you carefully with ink that doesn't fade,
You are held inside the very light from which the world was made

[Outro]
Joanna, rest now — you have always been enough,
The stars knew what they carried when they made you this full of love