[Verse 1]
She carries mountains like they're nothing on her back,
Builds her empires stone by stone along the track,
Composed on the surface, a current runs below,
A tide of longing that the outside world won't know,
She matured through the weight before she had the words,
The quietest thunder is the kind that most goes unheard

[PreChorus]
But the depth she guards so carefully is not a flaw to fix,
It's the place where iron patience meets the gold beneath the mix

[Chorus]
Christine, you were written in the oldest kind of light,
A Capricorn who carries stars she hides from plain sight,
Every wall you ever built was made from what you've known,
And the woman standing in them has already come home

[Verse 2]
She loves like something ancient, like a fire sworn to truth,
She needs the real, the boundless, she needs roots beneath the proof,
She'll read the whole horizon just to find where meaning lives,
And give before she's asked to, that's the way she always gives,
But somewhere in the giving she forgets to count herself,
Sets her own becoming on the highest dusty shelf

[PreChorus]
The heart that pours for everyone deserves to be refilled,
The light she lends so freely is a gift that can't be stilled

[Chorus]
Christine, you were written in the oldest kind of light,
A Capricorn who carries stars she hides from plain sight,
Every wall you ever built was made from what you've known,
And the woman standing in them has already come home

[Verse 3]
There's a Leo burning somewhere in the private rooms of night,
Where she craves to be fully seen but fears the open light,
Her mind moves like a pilgrim chasing purpose past the hills,
She transforms what she touches through a force that never stills,
The wound she keeps in silence made her wiser than she knows,
A hidden well of mercy only deepens as she grows

[PreChorus]
She doesn't need to prove what she has always quietly been,
The most enduring kind of gold is the kind that burns unseen

[Chorus]
Christine, you were written in the oldest kind of light,
A Capricorn who carries stars she hides from plain sight,
Every wall you ever built was made from what you've known,
And the woman standing in them has already come home

[Bridge]
The cosmos mapped her carefully with ink that doesn't fade,
Every scar became a lantern, every loss a bridge she made,
She belongs to something wider than the doubts that kept her small,
She was never meant to carry all of this alone at all

[Outro]
Christine, let the stars confirm what you already feel,
You are whole, you are enough, and everything you are is real