[Verse 1]
He carries the ocean but keeps the surface still,
A quiet kind of power hidden under iron will
He reads the room before a word is spoken aloud,
Feels the weight of every person in the crowd
They see the calm, they never see the tide,
All those fathoms of feeling running deep inside

[PreChorus]
But there's a force in him that moves like the pull of the moon,
Something ancient and patient that's about to come into bloom

[Chorus]
Nathan, you were written in a careful hand,
A compass and a current, a fire and a plan
The world keeps what you carry like a prayer in the earth,
The stars don't make mistakes, and they knew your worth

[Verse 2]
He loves like something permanent, like roots beneath the stone,
Builds a place for everyone and claims the least for his own
He leans toward the ones who burn with something true,
Drawn to depth the way the winter's drawn to breaking through
There's a wound beneath the armor where the boldness lives,
That the ones who've proved the most are the ones who most forgive

[PreChorus]
But there's a grace in how he carries what he cannot name,
Every scar became a lantern, every loss became a flame

[Chorus]
Nathan, you were written in a careful hand,
A compass and a current, a fire and a plan
The world keeps what you carry like a prayer in the earth,
The stars don't make mistakes, and they knew your worth

[Verse 3]
He speaks with the warmth of something that believes,
Words like open windows, thoughts like autumn leaves
There's a restlessness in him that isn't without cause,
A mind that won't stop turning 'til it finds the door that draws
He doesn't need to be everything at once, all of the time,
The home he's always reaching for is already inside

[PreChorus]
Let the ground hold what the heart's been afraid to lay down,
He was never meant to carry the whole world alone in this town

[Chorus]
Nathan, you were written in a careful hand,
A compass and a current, a fire and a plan
The world keeps what you carry like a prayer in the earth,
The stars don't make mistakes, and they knew your worth

[Bridge]
He is the tide returning after years at sea,
The kind of rare and rooted thing that time will finally free
Not despite the depth he holds but because of all of it,
He is exactly, wholly, perfectly, enough as this

[Outro]
The cosmos wrote him carefully with ink that will not fade,
Every part of who he is was purposefully made
Rest now in the knowing that you've always been enough,
You are held, you are guided, you are loved