[Verse 1]
She built her voice into a ladder, rung by rung,
Every carefully chosen word a flag she'd flung
Into the public square before she'd planned the speech,
Mind already past the doorway, heart still out of reach,
She led from somewhere tender, compass tuned within,
And the crowd would hear her long before they'd let her in

[PreChorus]
But she kept the inner room so dark and still,
Learning early not to show what she could feel

[Chorus]
Peggy, the podium was always yours to stand,
You carried people's futures in your working hand,
The roots beneath your ambition run to tangled ground,
And everything you gave the world still counts, still sounds

[Verse 2]
She pressed her loyalty like flowers between the pages,
Tended every friendship through its ordinary stages,
A meal set out with care, a voice that held its warmth,
The kind of love that doesn't flood but holds its form,
She made a home of shared ideals and honest space,
Where the people she believed in found a steadier place

[PreChorus]
But the mirror on the wall still showed a stranger's face,
Someone whose own name kept slipping out of place

[Chorus]
Peggy, the table that you set deserves a seat for you,
The loyalty you practiced without proof, without a cue,
You moved through rooms of noise while carrying something hushed,
A whole interior country no one knew enough to trust

[Verse 3]
The old inheritance was heavy and unnamed,
Corridors of silence that the household never claimed,
She walked them anyway, she mapped them room by room,
And carried what she found into the widening afternoon,
Now something shifts — the way a long-held door gives in,
When the hand that always pushed it finally turns within

[PreChorus]
She doesn't need the audience to grant the cue,
The next step isn't theirs to give — it only waits on you

[Chorus]
Peggy, the ledger you kept tilted everyone's way,
Let the balance tip toward you, that's the work for today,
The city of yourself has stood without a monument too long,
Now lay the cornerstone — you always knew where it belonged

[Bridge]
A door that kept the feeling locked is learning how to swing,
The healers often carry wounds they haven't named as anything,
But there's a grace arriving at the hour you stop performing fine,
And answer to the self who's been waiting all this time

[Outro]
Peggy, this is your ground, your voice, your open door,
You were never just the sum of what you've done before