[Verse 1]
There's a stillness in the way he holds his ground,
An oak tree in a storm that doesn't make a sound,
He carries what he knows deep in the bone,
A steady kind of knowing, earned and grown,
But underneath that calm, a current runs wide,
A wandering horizon burning inside

[PreChorus]
He's built for more than what the eye can see,
A fire dressed in patience, wild and free

[Chorus]
The earth remembers what the sky releases,
He was written in the space between the pieces,
Rooted like forever, reaching like the dawn,
Enough exactly as he is — has always been all along

[Verse 2]
He loves the way a conversation opens wide,
A quick mind and a warm hand, pulling you inside,
He'll chase a thought across a dozen rooms,
Collect the light from half a dozen moons,
And when he loves, it's layered, bright, and deep,
A gift he gives before he falls asleep

[PreChorus]
He's never quite believed how much he's worth,
But the cosmos didn't spare a thought on earth

[Chorus]
The earth remembers what the sky releases,
He was written in the space between the pieces,
Rooted like forever, reaching like the dawn,
Enough exactly as he is — has always been all along

[Verse 3]
He's carried wounds that no one thought to name,
A quiet question mark where trust should've came,
The kind of hurt that teaches you to read the room,
To sense the shift in light before the storm can loom,
But every scar became a lantern in the dark,
Every doubt refined the compass in his heart

[PreChorus]
He doesn't need to prove the ground he stands on,
The world leans in for what he's always handed on

[Chorus]
The earth remembers what the sky releases,
He was written in the space between the pieces,
Rooted like forever, reaching like the dawn,
Enough exactly as he is — has always been all along

[Bridge]
Let the searching be a gift, not a wound,
Let the hunger be the map, not the doom,
He was made for what is coming, not what's gone,
Something ancient in his bones keeps moving on

[Outro]
The stars don't write in haste — they wrote him slow and true,
Every line a kind of prayer the universe knew,
He is held, he is seen, he is enough,
Always has been, always will be — that's the truth