[Verse 1]
She built her shelter from the inside out, brick by careful brick,
Kept every ledger balanced, learned to trust the arithmetic,
But the hand that tallied losses never tallied what she gave—
The warmth that filled another's winter, the table that she laid,
She earned her footing on the stone of early, heavy years,
And sharpened every word she spoke by forging it through tears,

[PreChorus]
Now the scales are tipping toward a different kind of dawn,
The covenant she kept with others—time to write her own,

[Chorus]
Christa, the stars read every page you thought nobody saw,
The discipline you carried young was never meant to be a law,
You are the covenant and the keeper, the builder and the door,
Christa, rise and claim the table you have been preparing for,

[Verse 2]
She speaks and rooms go quiet—not from force but from the thread
Of something ancient woven through the plainest thing she said,
Seven mirrors hung around her and she saw herself in each,
Grew sharper through the friction of a truth just out of reach,
She loves with both hands steady, slow to open, slow to leave,
What she plants inside a friendship, she intends the heart to keep,

[PreChorus]
The new moon hangs above the scale and something shifts tonight,
She's laid enough foundations—now she steps into the light,

[Chorus]
Christa, every careful draft you wrote was scripture in disguise,
No one sees the city being raised until it meets the skies,
What looked like hesitation was the mortar setting strong,
Christa, the cathedral that you built yourself was yours all along,

[Bridge]
She refused to wear the shape that power tried to press on her,
Let the critics write their ledgers—she would write a different word,
Where they looked for someone quiet she stood brilliant, deep, and whole,
The awakening was never lost—it only waited on her soul,

[Verse 3]
The voices in her bloodline pulled between the bold and meek,
Between the call to speak for many and the self she'd yet to seek,
She carried visions large enough to fill a hall with light,
And learned to bring those visions down to words that people write,
The wound around her making was a question, not a flaw:
Does the presence of one woman move the world? She watched it—yes it does,

[PreChorus]
A door is opening in the dark where she has stood before,
She knows the lock, she holds the key—she's walked this hall for years,

[Chorus]
Christa, every note of beauty that you've guarded now is free,
What you thought was waiting on the world was waiting to be seen,
The one who kept the vigil for the rest now keeps it for herself,
Christa, set your crown upon the altar you have built in truth and health,

[Outro]
The new moon rises, scales in hand, and whispers: "This is yours,"
Christa, open wide the gates—you are the one you've built this for,