[Verse 1]
She built a household out of nerve and nothing else to spare,
Two kids to raise, a boy and girl, and no one standing there,
She packed their lunches, learned their teachers' names, and held the line,
A woman who kept showing up before the sun could shine,
She was the peacemaker in seven, the one who wrote the card,
The one who called first after silence, no matter how far.

[PreChorus]
She carried what would crush another, didn't ask for praise,
Her hands were always full of someone else's better days.

[Chorus]
Janice, you were forged in something fiercer than applause,
Every choice you made for love became the greater cause,
You are the thread that holds the whole long story at the seam,
Janice, you are more than all the giving — you're the dream.

[Verse 2]
She threads the sinew into beadwork, finds the pattern true,
Her fingers speak a language older than the words she knew,
Each stitch a conversation with the beauty she believes,
A creativity that breathes where no one else perceives,
She still picks up the neighbor who can't get there on her own,
A generous machine of grace, living life alone.

[PreChorus]
But generosity needs somewhere it can rest its head,
A fire this bright deserves a hearth — not just a lamp instead.

[Chorus]
Janice, you have always been the one they lean into,
The gravitational center holding family's residue,
You gave the table and the warmth and every open door,
Janice, now it's time somebody pulls a chair out more.

[Verse 3]
There's a longing running underneath the errands and the craft,
A hunger for a circle where she doesn't do the math,
Where someone knows her by her laughter not by what she'll do,
Where she can walk in empty-handed and be welcomed through,
She's kept in touch across the miles, the middle child of grace,
Still looking for the gathering that holds her rightful place.

[PreChorus]
Not a role, not a favor, not a debt to be repaid,
Just her name spoken kindly and a seat already made.

[Chorus]
Janice, there's a table being set across the way,
Where the people who need making will find you someday,
You belong to something wider than the scattered years and miles,
Janice, there are strangers waiting just to earn your smile.

[Verse 4]
The grandkids learn her hands the way she learned the world — through touch,
She knows that love is built in detail, in the everyday and such,
She's tended others through the fevers and the fragile afternoons,
A woman who reads hearts the way a sailor reads the dunes,
The body asks for gentleness, she's given so much out,
It's time the world gives back the belonging she's been dreaming about.

[PreChorus]
Her story isn't finished, not by everything she's known,
The best of her is calling from a life not yet outgrown.

[Chorus]
Janice, you have always been the brightest kind of rare,
Too large for loneliness, too lit to disappear from there,
Every craft, every call, every child you raised to stand —
Janice, you are loved, and you are finally being seen for who you are.

[Bridge]
Let the beads fall into something no one's made before,
Let the phone ring in a house that finally wants you more,
You were never just the glue that kept the broken pieces near —
You were always the design worth gathering here.

[Outro]
Janice, find your people, let them find you too,
The tribe that's worth belonging to has always looked like you.