[Verse 1]
She keeps the kettle on past midnight, sorting through old drawers,
The handwriting she recognizes pressed behind the smallest doors,
Her roots go deeper than she'll say — she built her ground from bone,
The house her heart lives in was made from everything she's known,
She reads between the lines of people long before they speak,
And carries what she understands in silence, not in speech,

[PreChorus]
But silence isn't emptiness — it's where she does her work,
The underground river never stops beneath the frozen dirt,

[Chorus]
Joyce, you were forged in the part of the house nobody shows,
Where the family secrets and the family love both grow,
You read the room before the room knows what it meant to say,
Joyce, that's not a burden — it's the gift that built your way,

[Verse 2]
She'll champion a stranger's cause before she'll ask for her own,
Her conviction cracks the floorboard of whatever you call home,
She went looking for the meaning past the edge of the known road,
Found the fire in the argument, in carrying the code,
But the drive that pulls her forward gets no rest in borrowed praise —
She moves because the truth inside her says there's more to blaze,

[PreChorus]
She doesn't need permission slips from anyone she's known,
The boldest thing she ever did was trust her own backbone,

[Chorus]
Joyce, you've never been the kind who waits to be assigned,
The kind of love you carry breaks the door — it doesn't knock to find,
You built your faith from firsthand proof, not handed-down design,
Joyce, the fire in your believing was always already mine,

[Verse 3]
Now something in the wiring shifts, a frequency comes clear,
The voice she kept behind her teeth arrives with no more fear,
She felt it long before the words — that intuition's true,
The undercurrent underneath confirmed what she already knew,
The deep thing and the daily thing at last begin to rhyme,
The woman who saw everything now speaks it right on time,

[PreChorus]
She doesn't have to choose between the visionary and the real,
The one who does the work and dreams has always been the deal,

[Chorus]
Joyce, the depths you've sounded are the measure of your height,
The grief you swam through without fanfare gave your knowing sight,
No archive holds the record of the love you've handed out,
Joyce, let every room discover what you've always been about,

[Bridge]
She rewrote what home could mean without a blueprint or a plan,
She loved with terms that weren't for sale — on her own contraband,
The wound she carried in the walls became the door she hung,
The anthem of the rebuilt house is the one she's always sung,

[Outro]
Joyce, the world just learned to hear what you already said,
Take the whole room — voice and vision — nothing left unsaid,