[Verse 1]
He weighs every word before it leaves his lips,
Reads the room like water reading where the shoreline dips,
Sees both sides of everything, a gift and a weight,
A mind so finely balanced on the edge of a scale,
He pours himself into the details, into the care,
Into every quiet gesture that says *I was there*

[PreChorus]
But the calm he shows the world is only half the truth,
There's a sky full of electric storms inside his youth

[Chorus]
Pedro, you were written by the light between extremes,
More whole than you believe in all your careful, measured dreams,
The stars aligned your contradictions into something true,
Pedro, there was never someone quite like you

[Verse 2]
He loves in the language of the small and overlooked,
The cup refilled, the detail noticed, the message that he took,
He craves connection deeper than the words that people say,
But holds his own heart hostage 'til he finds the perfect way,
Every wound he's carried made him fluent in the real,
The kind of rare that only comes from learning how to feel

[PreChorus]
He built his walls from wisdom, not from being cold inside,
And every door he opens now is proof of how he's tried

[Chorus]
Pedro, you were written by the light between extremes,
More whole than you believe in all your careful, measured dreams,
The stars aligned your contradictions into something true,
Pedro, there was never someone quite like you

[Verse 3]
There's a compass in his chest that points toward what is just,
Toward something worth believing in, toward something he can trust,
He questions every boundary, every ceiling someone drew,
A visionary reformer with an old soul breaking through,
He doesn't need to conquer, he just needs to see,
That the life he's building slowly is exactly where he's free

[PreChorus]
The universe didn't make him to fit neatly in a frame,
He was made to move through fire and emerge without the shame

[Chorus]
Pedro, you were written by the light between extremes,
More whole than you believe in all your careful, measured dreams,
The stars aligned your contradictions into something true,
Pedro, there was never someone quite like you

[Bridge]
He doesn't have to carry every question on his own,
Every place he's ever wandered has been leading him toward home,
What he gives the world so freely, let it now return to him,
He is already enough — he always has been

[Outro]
The cosmos wrote him carefully with ink that doesn't fade,
Grounded like the earth he stands on, gentle and unafraid,
He is held, he is guided, he is real, and he is true,
There was never, there will never be another quite like you