[Verse 1]
He carries a calm like the weight of the earth,
A quiet that holds more than most see its worth,
There's a tide running deep underneath the still ground,
A mind sharp as lightning without making a sound,
He builds what will last with his hands and his will,
And the world calls it patience — he just calls it real

[PreChorus]
But the ocean inside him has currents and pull,
He gives without asking if his cup's even full

[Chorus]
Issac, you're written in something that lasts,
You're rooted in futures, not haunted by pasts,
The sky mapped you carefully, steady and true,
There's nothing out there that was made quite like you

[Verse 2]
He loves like a shelter, like warmth after rain,
He remembers the details most people don't name,
He's tried to explain what he carries inside,
But the words come out sideways, so he lets them reside,
There's a longing for home in the way that he cares,
A devotion so quiet it moves through the air

[PreChorus]
He's been the heartbeat for everyone else,
Now the universe asks him to feel it himself

[Chorus]
Issac, you're written in something that lasts,
You're rooted in futures, not haunted by pasts,
The sky mapped you carefully, steady and true,
There's nothing out there that was made quite like you

[Verse 3]
He walks between dreaming and getting things done,
Between the pull of the moon and the need of the sun,
There's fire in the way that he moves through a room,
A presence that lingers long after he's gone,
He questions the structures and builds better ones,
A reformer, a feeler — these two become one

[PreChorus]
He doesn't need fixing, he never was broken,
The depth that he carries is rare and worth knowing

[Chorus]
Issac, you're written in something that lasts,
You're rooted in futures, not haunted by pasts,
The sky mapped you carefully, steady and true,
There's nothing out there that was made quite like you

[Bridge]
Every wall that he built was a door in disguise,
Every question he carried was already wise,
What he guards like a secret, the world needs to see —
He's exactly enough, he has always been free

[Outro]
So let the tide rise and the roots hold the ground,
He was built for this life and this life will resound,
The cosmos wrote Issac with ink that won't fade,
And the mark that he's leaving will never be erased