[Verse 1]
She learned to read the room before she learned to read a book,
The fourth wall of her childhood held more weight than it looks,
A house built out of duty, every room a test of nerve,
Where softness had to earn its place and feelings had to serve,
She carried what was unspoken like a stone beneath her tongue,
And did the work of someone twice her age when she was young,

[PreChorus]
But everything she swallowed made her deeper, not less whole,
And the discipline she grew through gave her iron in her soul,

[Chorus]
Lorraine, you are the archive and the open door,
The one who kept the records and still wanted something more,
You held the house together while you quietly wrote your name,
Lorraine, there is a brightness in you that no weight could ever tame,

[Verse 2]
She falls in love the way a letter finds an honest reply,
With questions tucked inside the margins, curious and alive,
She reads between the silences, she listens past the word,
And offers what she's gathered to the people she has heard,
But something kept her standing just outside her own desire,
Convinced that everyone else's story came a little higher,

[PreChorus]
Until she felt the pull from somewhere past the second-guessing,
A knowing in the marrow that her depth was not a lesson,

[Chorus]
Lorraine, every conversation you have ever held,
Carries something true and living that no mirror has dispelled,
You are the wit inside the warmth, the spark inside the care,
Lorraine, your kind of loving meets people exactly where they are,

[Verse 3]
There is a wide horizon she has circled all her life,
A calling past the familiar that she once mistook for flight,
The pilgrim and the keeper are not forces pulling apart,
One foot inside the family room, one foot inside the heart,
And now a door is swinging wide on all she's meant to find,
The eclipse burns off the threshold she has waited to cross in time,

[PreChorus]
She's already got the compass that she needed all along,
What she called her restlessness was actually her song,

[Chorus]
Lorraine, every road you wandered taught you how to lead,
Every question you kept asking was a consecrated seed,
You are the story and the storyteller, both at once,
Lorraine, the whole sky opened up to someone who was worth it from the front,

[Bridge]
She dug beneath the surface when the surface said be still,
She trusted what was buried over what was visible,
The sacred and the grounded are not opposites to hold,
She is both the seeker and the wisdom that she sought,

[Outro]
Lorraine, let the light that's coming find you standing tall,
Every door you held for others — now walk through your own hall,