[Verse 1]
She learned to read the room before she learned to read her name,
A scale that never rested, always measuring the claim,
Six plates spinning in the daily grind she built from scratch,
She hemmed every fraying edge so nothing came unlatched,
The ledger always balanced on the side of someone else,
While her own name sat unchecked on a shelf

[PreChorus]
But a rope pulled only from one end
Will wear down even the steadiest hands

[Chorus]
Tracy, you are more than everything you've done,
More than the task completed, more than battles won,
You deserve a hand that holds the other side,
Tracy, loved for who you are, not what you provide

[Verse 2]
She carried a philosophy like a lantern in the deep,
A wandering fire in her chest too restless for sleep,
Her ambition carved its name into the highest shelf in view,
A deliberate, strategic climb — composed in all she'd do,
But the summit gets so lonely when you built the stairs alone,
And the strongest beams still ache when no one calls them home

[PreChorus]
The scale tips when no one else leans in,
And quiet strength still needs a witness

[Chorus]
Come home to yourself, Tracy, set the ledger down,
You're not required to earn what love should freely crown,
Every careful act of service was a letter signed in full,
Tracy, now it's time someone reads you as a whole

[Verse 3]
She sensed the unseen currents running under every room,
A psychic undertow that pulled her into others' gloom,
She noticed what was missing, then she filled it, then moved on,
And few ever asked her what she needed before dawn,
The old wound of the un-held, of the one who holds the weight,
Begins to close the day she walks through her own gate

[PreChorus]
Something older than this hard year knows
She was always worth the love she gives away

[Chorus]
Tracy, let someone count the cost of what you pour,
Let someone knock on your door for you and nothing more,
The grace you built for everyone lives inside you still,
Tracy, now receive it — that was always in the bill

[Bridge]
She does not have to fix the broken thing to be the gift,
She does not have to carry everything to give the world a lift,
The hand she's been extending into air will find its match,
And what comes back will not require her to patch

[Outro]
Tracy, Venus finds her orbit home at last,
The giving and receiving — equal, unsurpassed