[Verse 1]
There's a fire at the door and a scale in the hand,
A mind built for beauty, a heart built to stand,
He reads every room like a page he has known,
But carries his questions in silence, alone,
They see the easy smile, they don't see the weight,
The world he rebuilds when he sits with the great.

[PreChorus]
Still waters run deep where the current won't show,
There's a whole burning sky underneath the below.

[Chorus]
He was written in balance and born in the flame,
Every road he has walked has been calling his name,
The searching was never a sign he was lost,
He was mapping the stars at a necessary cost.

[Verse 2]
He loves like a craftsman who notices all,
The crack in the corner, the lean of the wall,
He gives what he carries in quiet and care,
A devotion so steady it hangs in the air,
But the longing for something that fits like a glove
Has kept him from trusting the weight of his love.

[PreChorus]
The ones who give most are the last ones to take,
But a heart without asking will finally break.

[Chorus]
He was written in balance and born in the flame,
Every road he has walked has been calling his name,
The searching was never a sign he was lost,
He was mapping the stars at a necessary cost.

[Verse 3]
He's stood at the crossroads of freedom and ground,
Pulled north by the wandering, south by the sound,
A restless horizon that beckons him still,
A need for the meaning behind every hill,
Not broken, just built with a wider-than-most,
A range that runs deep from the coast to the coast.

[PreChorus]
The wandering wasn't an absence of home,
It was building the bones of a life all his own.

[Chorus]
He was written in balance and born in the flame,
Every road he has walked has been calling his name,
The searching was never a sign he was lost,
He was mapping the stars at a necessary cost.

[Verse 4]
The shadows he carries he doesn't let show,
The rooms where he doubts what the outside can't know,
But every descent he has made and returned
Is proof of the lantern he quietly earned,
The wound was the doorway, the fall was the floor,
And he rose from each ruin more whole than before.

[PreChorus]
The cosmos don't write without purpose or care,
There's a reason his name is already there.

[Chorus]
He was written in balance and born in the flame,
Every road he has walked has been calling his name,
The searching was never a sign he was lost,
He was mapping the stars at a necessary cost.

[Bridge]
Let the scales finally rest, let the fire breathe free,
He is more than the weight of who others might see,
The horizon he chases was always inside,
And he's more than enough for this one, precious ride.

[Outro]
He was written with care in the bones of the night,
Not searching for proof — he was already light,
The stars didn't scatter, they settled in him,
And the song always knew how it wanted to end.