[Verse 1]
He carries mountains in his back pocket, quiet and sure,
Builds everything slow, builds everything to endure,
Got a mind that cuts deep where the surface won't go,
And a wild streak underneath all that Capricorn snow,
They see the steady hand, the unshakeable ground,
They don't see the tide that he keeps turning around,

[PreChorus]
But there's a whole sky living behind those eyes,
Twin currents running deep beneath a still disguise,

[Chorus]
He is ancient in his bones and new in his fire,
Built to bend the world without burning the wire,
Every wall he ever raised was a door all along,
He was never too much — he was always enough,

[Verse 2]
There's a boy who once wondered if his worth could be real,
If the ground underneath him was too broken to feel,
He learned early to carry what nobody else would name,
Turned the weight of all that silence into something that came,
Now he speaks with the kind of calm that arrives after rain,
And every scar on his soul is a stone in his chain,

[PreChorus]
That chain became a compass and the compass became north,
And everything he carries now is proof of what he's worth,

[Chorus]
He is ancient in his bones and new in his fire,
Built to bend the world without burning the wire,
Every wall he ever raised was a door all along,
He was never too much — he was always enough,

[Verse 3]
He loves like an open road with no mile marker in sight,
High-spirited, honest, loyal when the moment feels right,
But he's slow to let you in where the real country lies,
Where the dreamer and the builder share the same tired eyes,
He gives before he's asked and he asks for so little back,
Doesn't know that being loved is the one thing he won't track,

[PreChorus]
The right kind of love won't ask him to shrink or to hide,
It'll meet him in the open with the canyon stretched wide,

[Chorus]
He is ancient in his bones and new in his fire,
Built to bend the world without burning the wire,
Every wall he ever raised was a door all along,
He was never too much — he was always enough,

[Verse 4]
There's a compass buried somewhere just beneath the noise,
Pointing past the proving, past the plans, past the poise,
The world he came to build won't be finished in a day,
But the stars have known his name since before he found his way,
And the universe laid something in his hands that won't break,
A quiet kind of purpose that the years only make great,

[PreChorus]
So let the dreamer breathe and let the builder finally rest,
He was written in the heavens and the heavens know best,

[Bridge]
He doesn't have to hold it all together all the time,
The cracks are where the light gets in and where the mountains climb,
He is exactly where he needs to be right now,
Rooted in the thunder, still becoming, still allowed,

[Outro]
He was carved out of patience and lit up with fire,
The kind that outlasts everything the cold could require,
Let him rest in that knowing — let it settle and stay,
He was always enough, every season, every day,