[Verse 1]
She came into this world already reading the room,
Born knowing which doors held daylight and which held gloom,
A mind like a lockpick, quiet and impossibly keen,
She saw past the surface to everything underneath the scene,
Carried the weight of a thousand unspoken conclusions,
But never once flinched from the truth beneath the illusions.

[PreChorus]
She built herself from the hard-won, not the handed down,
Every scar a credential, every setback turned to solid ground.

[Chorus]
Joan, you were forged in the kind of heat most people never know,
The proof is in the steady way you learned to let things go,
You stood at the top of your own sky and answered every call,
Joan, the depth that lives inside you is the greatest gift of all.

[Verse 2]
She loves the way a library loves its oldest book,
With patience and devotion for whoever stops to look,
She weighed every choice against the scales inside her chest,
Put the people that she cherished before she claimed the rest,
But grace lives in the balancing, not only in the give,
And something in her knows it's finally time to let herself live.

[PreChorus]
The ideals she pressed like flowers in the pages of her days,
Still hold their color, still hold their scent, still carry all their grace.

[Chorus]
Joan, the art of love you practiced was a rare and sacred thing,
Every door you opened wider taught someone else to sing,
The longing that once hollowed you has turned to something whole,
Joan, the love you gave the world now circles back to find your soul.

[Verse 3]
There's a new alignment coming, slow the way true things arrive,
Like a key that finally finds the lock and reminds you you're alive,
The philosophy she chased through every question, every mile,
Was never somewhere distant — it was folded in her style,
She is the authority she searched for on the outer rim,
The lamp she lit for everyone now burns from deep within.

[PreChorus]
The horizon she kept reaching for has learned to reach back too,
Everything she gave away is circling home to you.

[Chorus]
Joan, step forward into everything your steady hands have earned,
The wisdom that you carried like a lantern as you learned,
Not borrowed, not a shadow cast by someone else's sun,
Joan, the life that speaks through every choice is yours — it's always been the one.

[Bridge]
She never needed proving, she just needed to believe,
That the woman doing the building deserved the thing she'd weave,
The authority she questioned was the one she always had,
Let the record show: the work was real, the legacy is glad.

[Outro]
Joan, the stars have always had your name,
Written in the language of the deep and the unafraid,
Go on — the truest chapter's just begun.