[Verse 1]
She was born with the microphone already in her hand,
Every room a stage, every thought a reprimand
Against the smaller version they kept trying to build,
She spoke in full sentences, her voice loud and filled—
The kind of mind that finishes the sentence before it starts,
Running three conversations while mapping her own heart

[PreChorus]
But the mirror at the top kept fogging up with doubt,
All that thunder in her chest with nowhere to come out

[Chorus]
Candice, you were built to take the floor,
Not to wait beside the door for someone to say more,
Your voice is not a draft that needs another edit run—
Candice, you're the whole damn sentence, not just someone's pun

[Verse 2]
She keeps the house like it's a kind of vow she made,
Fixes the frayed corner, moves the lamp, rearranges shade,
Remembers the anniversary no one else wrote down,
Finds the exact right words to keep things from unwound—
Her devotion comes in calibrated acts of care,
A well-placed cup of tea, a hand brushing back your hair

[PreChorus]
She gave the house its warmth but swallowed her own cold,
Kept building everyone a home she never fully owned

[Chorus]
Candice, your hands deserve an open palm,
Not just a tool to carry everyone else's calm,
The tally that you keep of all the debts they owe—
Candice, let the ledger go and watch yourself outgrow

[Verse 3]
She dreamed in frequencies the waking world dismissed,
Felt the undertow of rooms, knew what no one missed,
Carried what the family wouldn't name or couldn't say,
Hauled the ancestral weight like a debt she didn't make,
But something in the excavation made her sharp and clear—
The deepest roots can crack a sidewalk, that's not something to fear

[PreChorus]
She worked hard for every seat, then questioned if she'd earned it,
Defined success by others' terms then slowly, slowly spurned it

[Chorus]
Candice, the work you did when no one clocked the hours,
Is the bedrock underneath the building, not the towers,
Stop measuring your name against a borrowed yard of worth—
Candice, there's a different kind of thunder you've been carrying since birth

[Verse 4]
Now a new door swings on hinges she has never tried,
The balance she's been perfecting tips toward the inside,
Not the careful harmony of keeping everyone appeased,
But the urgent, specific joy of finally being pleased—
The courage isn't loud, it's picking up the pen again,
Writing the first line of a story that begins with her, not them

[PreChorus]
The sky is shifting into open, the scales are tipping true,
Every word she never said is overdue

[Chorus]
Candice, this is not a gentle nudge toward rest,
This is the anthem that was always beating in your chest,
Not a smaller, softer life where everyone stays fed—
Candice, it's the one that blazes out of you instead

[Bridge]
She carried tangled roots that needed naming, not more tending,
She loved in detailed acts too fine for casual comprehending,
She stood before the public eye and doubted her own standing,
Now she writes the terms herself—that's not surrender, that's commanding

[Outro]
Candice, take the floor,
You were always meant for more,
The sentence isn't done—
Go on