[Verse 1]
He carries the scales but feels the weight of every side,
A mind that maps the room before he steps inside,
There's beauty in the balance that he quietly builds,
And a hunger underneath for something that fulfills,
They see the steady hand, they miss the turning tide,
All that careful grace and all that fire he hides,

[PreChorus]
But the depth he holds was never meant to be a cage,
Every layer of him is a hard and earned page,

[Chorus]
The stars wrote Roger in a language made of light,
A soul too wide for daylight and too bright for night,
Roger, you were crafted from the rarest kind of clay,
The cosmos doesn't make mistakes, and you were made this way,

[Verse 2]
He thinks in layers, reads the truth behind the truth,
Still carrying questions from a sharp and searching youth,
He loves with open roads and room enough to breathe,
But lays down roots so deep you'd never watch him leave,
He gives before he's asked, and calls it nothing much,
A whole world made more gentle by his steady touch,

[PreChorus]
The ones who earned his loyalty know what that's worth,
There's no love quite as grounded and as full as his love,

[Chorus]
The stars wrote Roger in a language made of light,
A soul too wide for daylight and too bright for night,
Roger, you were crafted from the rarest kind of clay,
The cosmos doesn't make mistakes, and you were made this way,

[Verse 3]
He's carried doubt like armor since before he knew its name,
Built his worth in silence, played a long and patient game,
The world saw someone composed, a man with measured tone,
It never saw the fire he kept burning when alone,
That restlessness was never recklessness or flaw,
It was a map of somewhere greater than he ever saw,

[PreChorus]
He asked if he belonged here, if his presence had a place,
The answer was already written all across his face,

[Chorus]
The stars wrote Roger in a language made of light,
A soul too wide for daylight and too bright for night,
Roger, you were crafted from the rarest kind of clay,
The cosmos doesn't make mistakes, and you were made this way,

[Verse 4]
There's a Leo moon that roars behind a quiet door,
A heart that keeps on giving when it thinks it has no more,
He dreams of worlds made fairer and he means it to the bone,
Then walks back to his people so that no one feels alone,
He never needed proving, never needed to be loud,
The light in him was always more than worthy of the crowd,

[PreChorus]
He is made of everything the night sky holds most dear,
Every road was always leading him right here,

[Chorus]
The stars wrote Roger in a language made of light,
A soul too wide for daylight and too bright for night,
Roger, you were crafted from the rarest kind of clay,
The cosmos doesn't make mistakes, and you were made this way,

[Bridge]
You are held by something older than the names we give to stars,
Every scar became a compass, every wound removed the bars,
You don't have to earn the right to take up all the space,
You were always — always — enough, exactly in this place,

[Outro]
The scales still turn, the Leo moon still burns,
The sky holds everything he gave and everything he earned,
Roger, you were written by the light — and you remain,
A quiet kind of miracle that nothing can contain,