[Verse 1]
He notices the things that no one thought to name,
The crooked hinge, the silence after blame,
He builds his world with careful, steady hands,
And holds himself to heights no one demands,
Beneath the calm there runs a current wide,
An ocean full of what he keeps inside.

[PreChorus]
He gives before he's asked, he loves before he's found,
He carries more than anyone has ever seen him carry down.

[Chorus]
The stars wrote Justino with deliberate care,
A soul too deep for surface, too rare for thin air,
He is enough, he has always been enough,
The sky knew what it made when it made him of this stuff.

[Verse 2]
He's felt the ache of rooms that didn't hold,
The kind of home-shaped hunger left untold,
He learned to build from ruins, stone by stone,
To make a sanctuary of his own,
What broke the ground became the bed of roots,
And everything he's grown has deeper shoots.

[PreChorus]
He loves like something ancient doesn't fade or fold,
Like a word you trust because you've heard it in the cold.

[Chorus]
The stars wrote Justino with deliberate care,
A soul too deep for surface, too rare for thin air,
He is enough, he has always been enough,
The sky knew what it made when it made him of this stuff.

[Verse 3]
His mind moves fast through corridors of thought,
A restless kind of wisdom, always sought,
He questions what the world presents as true,
A different way of seeing coming through,
He's not too much, his fire is not a flaw,
It's proof of everything the cosmos saw.

[PreChorus]
The path ahead is opening like light through breaking ground,
And every scar he carries is the map of where he's bound.

[Chorus]
The stars wrote Justino with deliberate care,
A soul too deep for surface, too rare for thin air,
He is enough, he has always been enough,
The sky knew what it made when it made him of this stuff.

[Verse 4]
A new wind stirs the branches of his name,
The kind that doesn't ask him to be tame,
It calls the part of him that moves before the doubt,
The bold and blazing truth that's pushing out,
The world needs what he carries, every part,
The thunder and the tenderness of heart.

[PreChorus]
He doesn't have to prove what he already is inside,
The universe has always known, and it has known with pride.

[Chorus]
The stars wrote Justino with deliberate care,
A soul too deep for surface, too rare for thin air,
He is enough, he has always been enough,
The sky knew what it made when it made him of this stuff.

[Bridge]
Let him rest inside the knowing that he's held,
That every storm he weathered only swelled,
Into the depth of someone irreplaceable and whole,
Written in the light, carried in the soul.

[Outro]
The stars don't write in vain, they wrote him true,
And everything he is, the sky already knew.