[Verse 1]
He carries the ocean inside his chest, deep and wide,
Feels everything twice but keeps most of it tucked inside,
A mind that chases every horizon, every open road,
A heart that holds the whole world like it's his to shoulder and to hold,
He thinks in tides and riddles, in the spaces between the lines,
And the calm he shows the room ain't the whole truth of what shines,

[PreChorus]
He's been his own hardest mountain to climb,
But every scar's been sharpening him over time,

[Chorus]
Hold on, Rich, you were made for more than you know,
There's a fire in your roots and a compass in your soul,
The world couldn't write you plain if it tried,
You're the thunder and the stillness, the storm and the quiet tide,

[Verse 2]
He loves like a conversation that goes long past midnight,
Curious and loyal, once you've earned his trust he holds you tight,
He's a wanderer who's searching for a place that feels like home,
And the walls he's built around his worth he's built all on his own,
But every door he's had to force has made him twice as strong,
And the wisdom sitting quiet in him has been there all along,

[PreChorus]
He don't need to prove a thing to belong,
What he carries is exactly what the world needs along,

[Chorus]
Hold on, Rich, you were made for more than you know,
There's a fire in your roots and a compass in your soul,
The world couldn't write you plain if it tried,
You're the thunder and the stillness, the storm and the quiet tide,

[Verse 3]
He's the kind of soul who questions what the rest accept as true,
Sees the cracks in every system and imagines something new,
He's been pulled between the dreamer and the one who gets things done,
And the tension in between has been the making of this one,
He's an anchor and a lightning bolt, old soul and fresh start,
And there's a legacy already growing quiet in his heart,

[PreChorus]
The stars mapped him out with a generous hand,
He's becoming something greater than he'll ever understand,

[Chorus]
Hold on, Rich, you were made for more than you know,
There's a fire in your roots and a compass in your soul,
The world couldn't write you plain if it tried,
You're the thunder and the stillness, the storm and the quiet tide,

[Bridge]
Let the pieces that don't fit be the proof you're not a copy,
Every question marks the place where someone ordinary wouldn't be,
You're not behind, you're not lost, you're just tracing your own line,
And everything you are right now is everything that's fine,

[Outro]
Hold on, Rich, the best of you is right where you stand,
You were written by something steady and ancient and grand,
You are guided, you are held, you are already enough,