[Verse 1]
He reads the room before a word is said,
A thousand thoughts alive inside his head,
Quick as lightning, deep as still black water,
Built for more than the world thinks he's after,
He shows the wit, he hides the undertow,
All those fathoms only silence knows

[PreChorus]
There's a fire in him that moves before the world can turn,
And a depth beneath the surface that he's never let you learn

[Chorus]
Ronald, you were written by the cosmos carefully,
Every contradiction woven into poetry,
The duality you carry is your greatest gift,
You are the tide and the shore, the shadow and the light

[Verse 2]
He loves like a conversation never ends,
Like curiosity that bends and bends and bends,
He needs the closeness but he needs the room to breathe,
Loyal to the bone to those who actually believe,
He pours himself into the ones he calls his own,
Rebuilding every room they broke into a home

[PreChorus]
There's a wound around his worth he turned to quiet power,
And every time he doubted, he became the tallest tower

[Chorus]
Ronald, you were written by the cosmos carefully,
Every contradiction woven into poetry,
The duality you carry is your greatest gift,
You are the tide and the shore, the shadow and the light

[Verse 3]
He dreamed so wide the edges blurred to sky,
He asked the hardest questions asking why,
A mind that won't leave any stone unturned,
A soul that only trusts the truth it's earned,
He's walked through fires no one saw him face,
And wore the ash like armor in their place

[PreChorus]
The world needs what he carries and he's learning now to stay,
Not running from the calling that has always led the way

[Chorus]
Ronald, you were written by the cosmos carefully,
Every contradiction woven into poetry,
The duality you carry is your greatest gift,
You are the tide and the shore, the shadow and the light

[Bridge]
He doesn't have to prove a thing to anyone,
His presence alone is the evidence he's done,
The stars aligned around the moment he arrived,
He is enough, he has always been enough

[Outro]
The universe composed him note by note,
Every scar a verse, every dream a chord,
He is guided, he is held, he is whole,
Written in the sky, belonging to no mold