[Verse 1]
He holds the world together with a steady, quiet hand,
Still waters running fathoms deep beneath the place he stands,
He'll tend to every broken thing before he tends his own,
And carry what he cannot name in silence, and alone,
There's an ocean underneath the calm, a tide that no one reads,
A mind that sparks like kindling while his roots hold fast like trees,

[PreChorus]
He's built a life from patience, from the weight he chose to bear,
And given more than anyone could see or know was there,

[Chorus]
The stars wrote you in careful ink, Matthew, hold your ground,
You are the quiet after storms, the warmth that circles round,
You don't have to earn the right to rest inside your own skin,
You were enough before you proved a single thing to them,

[Verse 2]
He loves the way an undercurrent loves — beneath the noise,
A conversation deeper than the words, a hidden voice,
He needs the room to wander, needs the mind to roam and play,
But his heart is an anchor when it finally finds its way,
He gives before he's asked to give, then wonders why he's drained,
And mistakes the cost of caring for a wound that can't be named,

[PreChorus]
But every tender thing he's hidden still becomes a light,
And the love he guards the closest is the one that burns most bright,

[Chorus]
The stars wrote you in careful ink, Matthew, hold your ground,
You are the quiet after storms, the warmth that circles round,
You don't have to earn the right to rest inside your own skin,
You were enough before you proved a single thing to them,

[Verse 3]
The roots run deep where no one looks, through ancestral stone,
He's carried what was handed down and carried it alone,
But transformation lives exactly where the pressure's been,
And the man he's becoming grew from everything unseen,
He's a dreamer with a discipline, a visionary's spine,
Something ancient wrote his purpose long before his time,

[PreChorus]
The path ahead was never straight, but it was always his,
And the compass pointing forward lives in everything he is,

[Chorus]
The stars wrote you in careful ink, Matthew, hold your ground,
You are the quiet after storms, the warmth that circles round,
You don't have to earn the right to rest inside your own skin,
You were enough before you proved a single thing to them,

[Bridge]
Every wound became a doorway, every doubt became a door,
You were never meant to carry what you've been carrying for,
The cosmos didn't make you careful just to leave you small,
You were written wide and deep enough to hold it all,

[Outro]
Let the tide come in, let the stillness speak,
Matthew, you are everything the quiet chose to keep,