[Verse 1]
He reads a room before a word is spoken aloud,
Feels the undercurrent moving under the crowd,
Keeps his calculations quiet, keeps his longing concealed,
There's a library inside him that he's never revealed,
He notices the things that everyone else walks past,
Building something careful, building something to last,

[PreChorus]
But precision has a cost when it turns on yourself,
All those high expectations gathering dust on a shelf,

[Chorus]
Come home to yourself, Michael, you've been gone so long,
The order you've been keeping was protecting something strong,
You were written with intention by a hand that doesn't break,
Come home to yourself, Michael, there's nothing left to remake,

[Verse 2]
He loves like a tide that moves in silence and deep,
Every promise that he's given is a promise he'll keep,
He weighs every word before he lets it fall free,
Searching for the version of love that feels like equilibrium,
But the scales he holds so steady sometimes tremble inside,
There's a hunger underneath the grace he carries with pride,

[PreChorus]
He gives before he's asked and asks for almost nothing back,
Learning now that tending his own garden is no act of lack,

[Chorus]
Come home to yourself, Michael, you've been gone so long,
The order you've been keeping was protecting something strong,
You were written with intention by a hand that doesn't break,
Come home to yourself, Michael, there's nothing left to remake,

[Verse 3]
He was born between the practical and the vast unknown,
A visionary tethered to the work of the sown,
Challenged by the structures that he didn't choose to wear,
Yet he's carried them with dignity and quiet, stubborn care,
There are worlds he's walked through privately that no one else has seen,
And every one of them has shaped the man he's come to be,

[PreChorus]
What feels like limitation has been carving out his depth,
Every uphill mile a teacher, every struggle worth the breath,

[Chorus]
Come home to yourself, Michael, you've been gone so long,
The order you've been keeping was protecting something strong,
You were written with intention by a hand that doesn't break,
Come home to yourself, Michael, there's nothing left to remake,

[Verse 4]
There's a compass in his spirit pointing somewhere true,
Past the noise of what he should be toward what only he can do,
He has walked through transformation like a season through its fire,
Each renewal not a loss but something lifting ever higher,
The world is richer for the way he moves through it with care,
That quiet, faithful presence is a gift beyond compare,

[PreChorus]
He doesn't need to earn his place beneath the open sky,
He was meant to simply be here, and at last he's asking why,

[Chorus]
Come home to yourself, Michael, you've been gone so long,
The order you've been keeping was protecting something strong,
You were written with intention by a hand that doesn't break,
Come home to yourself, Michael, there's nothing left to remake,

[Bridge]
The stars held still the moment that he drew his very first breath,
Something ancient made a map of him, of life beyond all death,
He is held inside a pattern wider than his doubt can see,
Guided, rooted, whole already, and at last allowed to be,

[Outro]
Come home now, the door was always open wide,
Everything you've ever needed was already inside,
You are guided, you are grounded, you are more than enough,
Come home, Michael, come home,