[Verse 1]
There's a mountain in the morning light, patient and still,
And a fire burning underneath, bending no one's will,
You think in wide horizons, you dream in ancient tongue,
Carrying more wisdom than the years would tell how young,
You build your life like stonework — slow, deliberate, true,
The world sees what you offer, but rarely sees all of you

[PreChorus]
You hold the storm inside where nobody dares to look,
An ocean writing chapters in an unread book

[Chorus]
Stefanie, you are made of mountain and moon,
Of quiet, steady starlight that arrives right on cue,
You don't have to be flawless to be something rare,
The cosmos wrote you carefully — and wrote you with care

[Verse 2]
There's a child that learned early how to hold it alone,
Built the concept of safety out of everything unknown,
That wound became a compass pointing home through the dark,
And a tenderness so powerful it heals from the start,
You love like something ancient — loyal, rooted, refined,
A devotion that most people spend their lifetimes to find

[PreChorus]
You're searching for a truth that moves like fire through stone,
And the depth you pour into others — pour some back to your own

[Chorus]
Stefanie, you are made of mountain and moon,
Of quiet, steady starlight that arrives right on cue,
You don't have to be flawless to be something rare,
The cosmos wrote you carefully — and wrote you with care

[Verse 3]
The way your mind moves through the world is a beautiful thing,
Half philosopher, half archer — always mid-swing,
You sense the unspoken, you breathe what the room cannot name,
You've walked through the fire more than once, never quite the same,
But different is not broken, and changing is not loss,
Every version you've become has been worth every cost

[PreChorus]
The light in you is not a gift you give away for free,
It's the truest thing you carry, it was always meant to be

[Chorus]
Stefanie, you are made of mountain and moon,
Of quiet, steady starlight that arrives right on cue,
You don't have to be flawless to be something rare,
The cosmos wrote you carefully — and wrote you with care

[Bridge]
Let the lion season rise and meet you where you stand,
You were born into this moment with your whole self in your hands,
What you carry isn't burden — it's the weight of something great,
You were never running late, you were always right on time — arriving right on time

[Outro]
The stars that mapped your beginning still remember your name,
And everything they meant for you is still, exactly, the same