[Verse 1]
She carries the mountain inside her chest,
Steady and quiet, she outworks the rest,
The world sees the stillness, the grace and the calm,
But no one sees the discipline holding her arm,
She's built something solid from nothing but will,
A woman who climbs and keeps climbing still,

[PreChorus]
She's searched for her meaning in every direction,
A soul made of longing and deep introspection,

[Chorus]
Chantelle, you are ancient, you are wide,
More than the effort and the strength you hide,
You don't have to earn what was always your own,
Every road you have walked, you were never alone,

[Verse 2]
She loves like a concept the world can't contain,
A freedom that flickers through joy and through pain,
She'll give you her vision, her mind, and her time,
But keep a glass wall between your heart and mine,
She's learning that closeness is not a defeat,
That letting love in doesn't make her incomplete,

[PreChorus]
She speaks with a grace that can move the whole room,
A voice full of futures still waiting to bloom,

[Chorus]
Chantelle, you are ancient, you are wide,
More than the effort and the strength you hide,
You don't have to earn what was always your own,
Every road you have walked, you were never alone,

[Verse 3]
She aches for a love that feels holy and true,
That sees through the armor to the marrow of you,
She's drawn to the dream and the soft dissolution,
The pull of a soul-deep and blurring communion,
But the clearest connections bloom steady and slow,
On sacred ground, letting the real feelings show,

[PreChorus]
She carries old wounds where the light can't yet reach,
A tenderness hidden just under her speech,

[Chorus]
Chantelle, you are ancient, you are wide,
More than the effort and the strength you hide,
You don't have to earn what was always your own,
Every road you have walked, you were never alone,

[Verse 4]
The cosmos wrote her in a patient ink,
Pressed her close to every edge and brink,
Every question that kept her awake through the night,
Was a compass being calibrated right,
She was never too much and she's never too late,
She was always becoming, and the becoming is great,

[PreChorus]
The stars laid her roots where the deep waters run,
Her rising a meadow, her heart a dark sun,

[Chorus]
Chantelle, you are ancient, you are wide,
More than the effort and the strength you hide,
You don't have to earn what was always your own,
Every road you have walked, you were never alone,

[Bridge]
You were written before you knew what you were,
Every scar is a sentence in a language called her,
The mountain, the longing, the glass and the flame,
All of it sacred, all of it your name,

[Outro]
So rest in the truth of the ground you have made,
Chantelle, you were always enough, unafraid,
The universe held you before you could stand,
And it's holding you still, with an unhurried hand,