[Verse 1]
She keeps the surface still like water over stone,
Steady in the daylight, but she carries it alone,
A mind that turns like seasons, roots that hold the ground,
She speaks in careful sentences, but hears every sound,
The fire moves beneath her like a current in the deep,
She builds her world on solid things — and guards the ones she keeps

[PreChorus]
They see the calm, they don't see the tide,
All those currents running warm and wide inside

[Chorus]
Christine, you were written in the oldest light,
Earth and fire woven, grounded, burning bright,
Every wall you've built has been a place to grow,
Christine, you are more than what you let them know

[Verse 2]
She loves like she means it, headfirst and whole,
A spark that doesn't wait — that's the courage of her soul,
She'd give before you asked her, she'd stay when others leave,
But somewhere in the giving, she forgets what she needs,
She longs for something sacred in the arms of someone true,
The love that matches all the love she's always pouring through

[PreChorus]
She carries worlds in silence, deep and wide,
There's ancient wisdom living just inside

[Chorus]
Christine, you were written in the oldest light,
Earth and fire woven, grounded, burning bright,
Every wall you've built has been a place to grow,
Christine, you are more than what you let them know

[Verse 3]
She's been the one who holds it all together without thanks,
The one who disappears in service, fills the empty banks,
But somewhere in the solitude she finds her truest voice,
A dreamer with a backbone and a quietly bold choice,
The world she wants to build is worth each careful step she's laid,
And everything she's carried — that's the foundation that she's made

[PreChorus]
Her path was etched before the world began,
She's already holding everything she can

[Chorus]
Christine, you were written in the oldest light,
Earth and fire woven, grounded, burning bright,
Every wall you've built has been a place to grow,
Christine, you are more than what you let them know

[Bridge]
You don't have to prove the ground beneath your feet,
You were never incomplete, never incomplete,
The stars don't ask the soil to justify the bloom,
And neither does the cosmos ask that of you

[Outro]
Let the roots hold what the branches have to give,
This is yours — the whole of it — this life is yours to live,
Christine, you are already enough,
You always were