[Verse 1]
She mapped the whole world before she mapped herself,
Her sharpest thoughts stacked like books on a crowded shelf,
She learned to read a room before she learned her name,
And every conversation was the mirror she became,
The house she built for others had no door for her,
But every lock she wrestled with made her more sure,

[PreChorus]
The pull between belonging and the need to stand alone—
She's been building both a compass and a home,

[Chorus]
Lisa, you're the one who charged in without a script,
You've loved through every scar and every ship that slipped,
You've been the one who started fires in January snow,
Lisa, you were always meant to lead, not follow—go,

[Verse 2]
She carries generations in the kitchen drawers,
Her grandmother's unspoken rules behind closed doors,
She felt the weight of lineage like an old stone floor,
Cool and steady underfoot but asking so much more,
She kept her feelings orderly, arranged and filed,
But her instincts were the wildest country in the pile,

[PreChorus]
The distance she put on her heart was never numbness, no—
It was clarity she forged so love could really show,

[Chorus]
Lisa, every door you knocked on taught you where to knock,
You stayed devoted while the hands kept moving on the clock,
You've handed over so much truth and gotten back the same,
Lisa, all that devotion—don't you dare call it shame,

[Verse 3]
The full sky rises now and catches what she knows,
The blueprints she's been drawing since before the first draft shows,
She argued with her own ambition, cut it back for years,
Then watched it grow right through the floor and past her early fears,
She doesn't need a verdict from the row of watching eyes—
She's already past the ceiling that they called her compromise,

[PreChorus]
The moon pulls all the buried things up into open air—
What's surfaced is the self she was too stubborn not to bear,

[Chorus]
Lisa, let the rising light reveal what's always been,
You're every honest word you said and every fight you've seen,
You've held the pen, you've held the door, you've held the falling line,
Lisa, now you hold the whole damn room—and that room is mine,

[Bridge]
She questioned what her hands were worth when no one checked the work,
She filed her own name last and called it grace, not quirk,
But every draft she didn't throw away became the proof—
The only validation that she needed was the truth,

[Outro]
Lisa, the sky kept a record of every step you ran,
Go burn as wide and fierce and loud as only you can,