[Verse 1]
She came into this world with a magnifying glass for a mind,
Every crooked edge, every fracture, every system misaligned,
She'd rearrange the furniture at midnight just to think clear,
The kind of woman who rewrites the draft until the truth appears,
She carries what most people never bother to inspect,
An architect of detail with a heart no one could blueprint yet

[PreChorus]
But all that seeing never turned her eye toward herself,
She catalogued the whole world and left her story on the shelf

[Chorus]
Crista, the stars were spelling out your name,
Every careful hand you dealt was never small or tame,
You were building something real while others read the sky,
Crista, the whole arrangement testifies

[Verse 2]
She loved like a standing ovation in an empty room,
Generous and theatrical, but always gone too soon,
She'd sit with someone's sorrow like she'd memorized the score,
That deep-well knowing where she felt it to the core,
She fought for the ones she sheltered through emotional tides,
Her loyalty a locked door with ten thousand keys inside

[PreChorus]
She held the tension between the wanting and the wait,
Between the open window and the carefully latched gate

[Chorus]
Crista, the sky was always writing on your wall,
She who caught the cracks in things was never meant to fall,
She rises through the mirror of the ones she chose to keep,
Crista, the truth runs fathoms deep

[Verse 3]
Now a great releasing moves across the face of night,
Like a long-held breath exhaled beneath a full-eclipse light,
The hidden work, the vigil kept, the solitary years,
The burdens carried quietly so others missed the tears,
All of it counts, all of it blooms, the ledger's coming clear,
She was never behind schedule — she was always right here

[PreChorus]
The same precision that she gave the world she can turn home,
Every root she tended earns the harvest she is owed

[Chorus]
Crista, let every silence finally speak,
She who read the unseen things is not the one who's weak,
She shaped herself through fire and through every hand she held,
Crista, this is the story the skies have always spelled

[Bridge]
She didn't need permission to be difficult and whole,
The inner room she cleaned alone was always worth the toll,
Now the eclipse rolls over and the inventory's done,
She counts herself among the things worth keeping, every one

[Outro]
Crista, the stars were never silent, just patient for this day,
Everything she built in dark is finally on display