[Verse 1]
She moves through the world like a question on fire,
Always reaching for something a little bit higher,
Her mind is a country with no fences or maps,
She's lived through the breaking and filled in the gaps,
There's a steadiness in her that few people see,
The mountain beneath all that need to be free.

[PreChorus]
She's given so much to the circles she's kept,
And carried the weight of the dreams others slept.

[Chorus]
Joyce, you are written in something that lasts,
A soul made of futures and not of the past,
Every road that felt crooked was leading you right,
Joyce, you were always enough for this life.

[Verse 2]
She loves like the truth, with no softening veil,
She'll honor your heart where others turn pale,
But love left its bruises before it turned kind,
And she learned to build walls with a generous mind,
She wanted the real thing, the deep and the true,
And every hard lesson just proved that she knew.

[PreChorus]
She carries the wounded so no one's alone,
But who brings the lantern when she walks home?

[Chorus]
Joyce, you are written in something that lasts,
A soul made of futures and not of the past,
Every road that felt crooked was leading you right,
Joyce, you were always enough for this life.

[Verse 3]
There's a place deep inside her that still holds the fire,
A vision of beauty she never let tire,
She's rebuilt herself more than anyone knows,
From the roots up through silence, that's how wisdom grows,
The world that she carries is better for her,
Her worth isn't proved — it just always was there.

[PreChorus]
The searching was never a sign she was lost,
It was courage, and no one can count what it cost.

[Chorus]
Joyce, you are written in something that lasts,
A soul made of futures and not of the past,
Every road that felt crooked was leading you right,
Joyce, you were always enough for this life.

[Bridge]
The stars don't make promises lightly, they chose,
A heart that could hold what the ordinary won't,
Let the striving go quiet, let the proving be done,
What you are is already the work that was won.

[Outro]
Rest in the knowing the cosmos carved true,
Joyce, there was only one version of you,
And everything written was always your name,
You arrived exactly as whole as you came.