[Verse 1]
He moves like the earth — unhurried, sure, and deep,
A mind that's always turning while the surface looks asleep,
He builds his world with patience, brick by brick, by hand,
And carries more than anyone could ever understand,
They see the steady stillness, not the tide beneath the stone,
The loyalty he offers when he'd rather not be known

[PreChorus]
He gives before he's asked, he holds before it's said,
A thousand thoughts are running through that quiet, brilliant head

[Chorus]
This is for you, Pascal, steady and rare,
A man made of deep roots and mountain air,
The world sees the surface, but I see the flame —
Pascal, every star that wrote you knew your name

[Verse 2]
There's a restless spark that flickers through the calm he keeps,
An explorer of ideas burning bright while someone sleeps,
He leans toward what is broken just to understand the way,
And questions every answer that a lesser mind would take,
He's known the ache of wondering if what he does is enough —
But that wound is where his wisdom grew, and wisdom's never rough

[PreChorus]
He doesn't need permission — he was made to lead and find,
The kind of man who changes rooms by speaking what's on his mind

[Chorus]
This is for you, Pascal, steady and rare,
A man made of deep roots and mountain air,
The world sees the surface, but I see the flame —
Pascal, every star that wrote you knew your name

[Verse 3]
He loves like something ancient — slow to start, built to last,
Not the kind who forgets the future in the pleasure of the past,
He shows it in the small things, in the presence and the care,
In the way he stays when staying is the bravest thing to dare,
And still he searches deeper — for the meaning past the veil,
A pilgrim of his own becoming, blazing his own trail

[PreChorus]
He doesn't have to earn his place — he's always been enough,
The strength he carries quietly has always been his love

[Chorus]
This is for you, Pascal, steady and rare,
A man made of deep roots and mountain air,
The world sees the surface, but I see the flame —
Pascal, every star that wrote you knew your name

[Bridge]
The cosmos didn't rush when it was forming who you are,
It took its time with fire, took its time with every scar,
You are not unfinished — you were written with great care,
A soul this full of depth and light is built beyond compare

[Outro]
So rest inside the truth of all you've always been,
The rarest things are often those that live below the seen,
You are enough, exactly this, exactly now, exactly here —
Written by the universe and worth it, that is clear