[Verse 1]
There's a fire in the way they move through the world so fast,
A spark that lights the room before the moment's even passed,
But underneath that boldness lives an ocean, cold and wide,
All those currents running deep where no one else can ride,
They feel it all in colors that the daylight won't contain,
A mind that finds the poetry in everything mundane.

[PreChorus]
They carry what they cannot name alone,
A hunger to be seen down to the bone.

[Chorus]
Charles, you were written in the sky with care,
Every scar and every wonder woven there,
You don't need to prove what you already are,
You are enough, you've always been the star.

[Verse 2]
They love like something ancient pulling tides without a shore,
A devotion that sees past the surface, always searching more,
They give before they're asked and hold the ones they call their own,
But sometimes in the giving they forget to tend their own,
That ache of wondering whether all their efforts mean a thing,
Is the very wound that taught them what their healing hands could bring.

[PreChorus]
The walls were built by hands that needed rest,
Not every door needs guarding from the guest.

[Chorus]
Charles, you were written in the sky with care,
Every scar and every wonder woven there,
You don't need to prove what you already are,
You are enough, you've always been the star.

[Verse 3]
There's a restless kind of freedom living quiet in their chest,
A revolution whispering that they were born to break what's set,
They think in waves and metaphors and truths that can't be tamed,
Arriving at the answer long before the question's named,
The world once called it too much but the world just couldn't see,
That depth like that is rare, and it was always meant to be.

[PreChorus]
The tension between caution and the leap,
Is where the truest versions of them sleep.

[Chorus]
Charles, you were written in the sky with care,
Every scar and every wonder woven there,
You don't need to prove what you already are,
You are enough, you've always been the star.

[Verse 4]
Their path has always called them deeper, further, past the known,
Through the kind of transformation only solitude has shown,
The slow rebuild, the letting go, the learning what to keep,
The trust that something sacred grows in places dark and deep,
They were not made for shallow ground or easy afternoon light,
They were made for rising seasons, made for meaning, made for night.

[PreChorus]
The cosmos didn't stumble when they placed this one,
Every layer has its purpose, every shadow has its sun.

[Bridge]
Let the striving soften now, the proof was never needed,
Every word they never spoke was still completely heeded,
What they carry lights the dark for everyone around,
They are guided, they are held, they are already found.

[Outro]
Charles, the stars wrote you with ink that never fades,
You are made of more than what the quiet decade pays,
Rest inside the truth of what you've always been,
Whole and wild and worthy — seen.