[Verse 1]
She maps the world before she lets it in,
Holds the blueprint underneath her skin,
Sees the cracks in things nobody names,
And carries other people's weight like it's her own to claim,
They see composure, they don't see the tide,
All the storms she's learned to schedule deep inside

[PreChorus]
But the tension in her chest is not a flaw to fix,
It's the fingerprint of someone built from more than this

[Chorus]
Christina, you were written in the winter light,
A mind that moves like current, a heart that burns precise,
Every contradiction is the truest thing you own,
You are not too much, you're not too little, you are home

[Verse 2]
She loves like she's drawing up a careful plan,
Needs the real thing, not the performance of a man,
Friendship first, and loyalty runs bone-deep,
She won't give herself to anything that's halfway or asleep,
But she's held her own heart hostage to a standard no one set,
Forgetting that the love she gives is something to protect

[PreChorus]
She doesn't need to earn the room that she already fills,
The ground beneath her feet was made to match her will

[Chorus]
Christina, you were written in the winter light,
A mind that moves like current, a heart that burns precise,
Every contradiction is the truest thing you own,
You are not too much, you're not too little, you are home

[Verse 3]
There's a calling she can feel but can't yet name,
Something larger than the titles and the acclaim,
She's been building something lasting, stone by stone,
Not for the applause, but so the ones behind her aren't alone,
The world has only seen the surface of what she can do,
The rest is rising slowly, the way all deep things do

[PreChorus]
She doesn't have to solve herself to start becoming whole,
The ache she carries is the opening, not a hole

[Chorus]
Christina, you were written in the winter light,
A mind that moves like current, a heart that burns precise,
Every contradiction is the truest thing you own,
You are not too much, you're not too little, you are home

[Bridge]
The cosmos didn't make you to be easy to contain,
Every scar became the cartography of your terrain,
You don't have to be finished to be worthy of this ground,
You were always the thing you were looking to be found

[Outro]
So rest now in the knowing you were never incomplete,
The stars that charted you were careful, and deliberate, and deep