[Verse 1]
He carries worlds inside a mind that never slows,
A thousand open doors and only he knows which way goes,
They see the easy laugh, the charm, the light he wears,
They don't see the ocean underneath, the weight he bears,
Born to dive where others barely dare to look,
A quiet kind of depth that can't be read like a book,

[PreChorus]
There's a fire in the way he feels before he speaks,
A soul that's building cathedrals in the middle of the week,

[Chorus]
He is the storm that learned to move like grace,
The ancient and the new colliding in one face,
Written in the sky before he drew his first breath,
Every scar, every question, every rise from the depth,

[Verse 2]
He loves like something lit from somewhere underground,
He gives before he's asked and never makes a sound,
The world pulls hard in every single direction at once,
But he finds his footing where the careful ones would run,
He weighs a thousand outcomes just to find the fair,
That isn't hesitation — that's how much he cares,

[PreChorus]
There's a compass built inside him pointing toward the true,
And every road he questions still keeps leading him through,

[Chorus]
He is the storm that learned to move like grace,
The ancient and the new colliding in one face,
Written in the sky before he drew his first breath,
Every scar, every question, every rise from the depth,

[Verse 3]
He's felt the ache of pouring out and going dry,
Of making something beautiful and asking why,
But every word he's wrestled free, every truth he's chased,
Was never wasted, never wrong, was never out of place,
The ones who see the surface think they've got him read,
They haven't touched the chapters only silence has ever said,

[PreChorus]
He doesn't need to shrink himself to fit what others see,
The sky was made to hold him and it's holding him completely,

[Chorus]
He is the storm that learned to move like grace,
The ancient and the new colliding in one face,
Written in the sky before he drew his first breath,
Every scar, every question, every rise from the depth,

[Verse 4]
A force is gathering now, the kind that rearranges all,
The kind that turns a question into something like a call,
He was written with intention, with a purpose pressed in deep,
A legacy of fire that no ordinary hands could keep,
The stars that mapped him out before the world could name him right
knew exactly what they carried when they laid that particular light,

[PreChorus]
He doesn't have to earn his place — he's always been enough,
And the boldest thing he'll ever do is finally trust that love,

[Chorus]
He is the storm that learned to move like grace,
The ancient and the new colliding in one face,
Written in the sky before he drew his first breath,
Every scar, every question, every rise from the depth,

[Bridge]
The cosmos didn't make him to be small or still,
Every ounce of who he is was written with a will,
Let him rest, let him wander, let him question and belong,
The universe already knows — he's always been the song,

[Outro]
He is held by something older than a name,
And he will never, ever, ever walk through this alone again,
The stars have always known him,
And they called what they saw good,