[Verse 1]
There's a stillness underneath the way he moves through rooms,
A quiet fire burning past the reach of other moons,
He holds the weight of everything he never learned to say,
A garden growing inward while the world just looks away,
They see the steady surface and they call it calm and sure,
But oceans have no ceiling and his depths go so much more,

[PreChorus]
He carries what he loves like armor on his chest,
A lion and a bull both fighting for the rest,

[Chorus]
The stars wrote Kris in careful light,
A soul too vast for ordinary night,
He is the root, the tide, the turning flame,
The universe has always known his name,

[Verse 2]
He speaks a language made of gestures, memory, and care,
The kind of love that builds a shelter out of open air,
He'll give you everything before you even know you're cold,
Then wonder why his own hands never learned to find a hold,
He fights for everyone he loves with everything he's got,
And silently forgives himself for all that he is not,

[PreChorus]
The things he carries quietly could bring another down,
But he has learned to turn the weight into his common ground,

[Chorus]
The stars wrote Kris in careful light,
A soul too vast for ordinary night,
He is the root, the tide, the turning flame,
The universe has always known his name,

[Verse 3]
There is a restless brilliance in the way his mind connects,
The kind that threads a thousand thoughts and holds them with respect,
He questions what the world calls true and builds his own belief,
A wanderer who plants his roots wherever he finds peace,
He's drawn to what lies underneath the surface of the known,
A seeker and a keeper and a builder of his own,

[PreChorus]
The wounds he hid became the map that led him to his strength,
A story written slowly over distance and through length,

[Chorus]
The stars wrote Kris in careful light,
A soul too vast for ordinary night,
He is the root, the tide, the turning flame,
The universe has always known his name,

[Verse 4]
He doesn't have to prove himself to earn a place to stand,
The very way he loves the world reveals a steady hand,
He is the kind of rare that doesn't know it's rare at all,
Who reaches up to lift another every time they fall,
The path he walks was written long before his first breath came,
And every road that tested him was shaping him the same,

[PreChorus]
He doesn't need to be the loudest voice inside the crowd,
His kind of light burns longer when it doesn't need to shout,

[Chorus]
The stars wrote Kris in careful light,
A soul too vast for ordinary night,
He is the root, the tide, the turning flame,
The universe has always known his name,

[Bridge]
Let the old doubt fall like leaves off something that survived,
He was built for more than just the years he's been alive,
Every scar became a story, every storm became a quilt,
He is worthy of the life his quiet courage built,

[Outro]
The cosmos wrote him carefully with ink that never fades,
He is enough, he has always been enough,
He is home,