[Verse 1]
There's a fire in the way he thinks, a match before the spark,
A mind that moves at lightning speed, a compass in the dark,
He carries what he's built alone, the weight behind the grin,
The rooms he's rearranged outside to quiet what's within,
He learned to stand without a hand, to solve before he'd ask,
And wore his quiet confidence like armor, not a mask

[PreChorus]
But underneath the steadiness, a current never still,
A tide that reads the room before it decides where to spill

[Chorus]
Peter, you were written in the stars and in the ground,
The kind of depth the world walks past without a second sound,
You carry more than anyone has thought to ask about,
And everything you are is worth believing in, without a doubt

[Verse 2]
He loves the way a conversation sparks and catches light,
A wit that finds the open door and walks in feeling right,
He gives before you ask him, reads the feeling in the air,
And balances the scale inside to make sure things feel fair,
But sometimes what he weighs for others tips away from him,
And the version no one sees enough gets quiet, still, and dim

[PreChorus]
He's building something lasting from the rubble of the old,
What looked like early winter was just patience taking hold

[Chorus]
Peter, you were written in the stars and in the ground,
The kind of depth the world walks past without a second sound,
You carry more than anyone has thought to ask about,
And everything you are is worth believing in, without a doubt

[Verse 3]
There's a healer in the questions that he turns over alone,
A seeker in the way he finds the truth beneath the known,
He's drawn to what is hidden, to the layers under light,
The kind who sits inside the dark and maps it through the night,
And what he thought was restlessness was always just the sign
Of a spirit born to reshape things before its time

[PreChorus]
He's allowed to stop the proving, let the armor start to rest,
What was forged inside the struggle is already his best

[Chorus]
Peter, you were written in the stars and in the ground,
The kind of depth the world walks past without a second sound,
You carry more than anyone has thought to ask about,
And everything you are is worth believing in, without a doubt

[Bridge]
The life he's lived has shaped him into something rare and true,
Every wound became a doorway to a wider, wider view,
He doesn't need to earn the space he was already given,
He is home inside himself — and that is how he's driven

[Outro]
The cosmos wrote him carefully, with ink that doesn't fade,
He is enough, he always was — in every choice he's made