[Verse 1]
She was four in the morning, born before the sun could rise,
A self-made sovereignty burning quiet behind her eyes,
The kind of girl who built her own table, set her own chair,
Who decided what she was worth before the world could declare,
She walked into every room like she already owned the deed,
Authority sewn into the seams — nobody handed her the creed

[PreChorus]
But underneath that royal bearing, something searched and ached,
A belief she kept rewriting, tested and remade

[Chorus]
Janice, you are the crown that no one else could forge,
The ledger that you wrote yourself, the keeper of your own worth,
Every door you walked through blazing left a permanent mark,
Janice, you were built to rule — and you were built from the dark

[Verse 2]
Her feelings ran like underground rivers, cold and fierce and true,
She remembered every fracture, every color, every bruise,
And when joy arrived she poured it into canvas, into song,
Into rooms of laughing children who could feel they did belong,
She loved by memorizing — your coffee order, your worn shoes,
The kind of devotion that shows up before you even knew you'd need to choose

[PreChorus]
She learned to guard the gate so long she almost forgot the key,
But the art was always waiting just to set that feeling free

[Chorus]
Janice, all that careful love was never wasted breath,
The detail in your devotion outlasts distance and outlasts death,
The way you built a harbor out of words and steady hands,
Janice, you are the home that everyone else understands

[Verse 3]
They told her she was too original, too far outside the line,
But she was always several years ahead of her own time,
She'd question what was handed down, dismantle what was hollow,
Then rebuild it into something that the honest ones could follow,
The wound around belonging never broke what she believed,
It sharpened her into the voice that visionary hearts would need

[PreChorus]
And now a door swings open in the calendar of grace,
A healing enters quietly and asks her to take her place

[Chorus]
Janice, let the ones who've watched you finally speak your name,
Every risk you took on principle was always worth the flame,
The stage has had your footprint on it longer than you've known,
Janice, step into the spotlight — you have always held the throne

[Bridge]
She built her faith from what she'd tested, not from what she'd heard,
She kept the ones she loved like manuscripts, preserving every word,
The quiet home inside her held a sanctuary none could trace,
And everything she suffered cleared the ground for her own sacred space

[Outro]
The stars that spoke at four a.m. have never stopped their song,
Janice, they were always saying — you have always, always belonged