[Verse 1]
He carries the ocean somewhere behind his eyes,
Still water that holds more than meets the surface light,
A mind that reads the room before a word is said,
Picking up the frequencies no one else has read,
He feels the weight of everything he cannot name,
And tends to everyone's fire while he guards his own flame

[PreChorus]
They see the calm, they don't see the tide,
All those fathoms he holds quietly inside

[Chorus]
The stars wrote Wylie carefully, with ink that doesn't fade,
Every depth he carries is the mark of how he's made,
He doesn't need to prove the worth already in his bones,
The cosmos mapped his purpose long before he felt alone

[Verse 2]
He loves like something ancient — wide, devoted, and true,
Gives before he's asked to, gives more than he's given to,
He keeps his heart behind a door that very few have found,
But when he lets you in, it's like standing on holy ground,
He measures his own value by the proof that others see,
But worth like his was never meant to wait on their decree

[PreChorus]
He's building something real from what he's been through,
Each scar a line of wisdom in everything he grew

[Chorus]
The stars wrote Wylie carefully, with ink that doesn't fade,
Every depth he carries is the mark of how he's made,
He doesn't need to prove the worth already in his bones,
The cosmos mapped his purpose long before he felt alone

[Verse 3]
There's a fire in him that moves before the world can keep pace,
A hunger for the meaning hidden under the surface place,
He questions what he's told and searches deeper for the truth,
That restlessness is not a flaw — it's what pulls him through,
He's learning that the ground beneath his feet is his own,
That everything he's carried was already seeds he'd sown

[PreChorus]
The tides that turned against him shaped the shore he stands on now,
He's always been exactly who he needed to allow

[Chorus]
The stars wrote Wylie carefully, with ink that doesn't fade,
Every depth he carries is the mark of how he's made,
He doesn't need to prove the worth already in his bones,
The cosmos mapped his purpose long before he felt alone

[Bridge]
The world needs what he carries, every quiet, searching part,
There's a compass pointing forward beating steady in his heart,
What he thought was weight to bear was really how he'd rise,
He was written in the deep — not just scattered in the skies

[Outro]
The moon knew him before he had a name to hold,
And every tide within him is a story to be told,
He is guided, he is held, he has always been enough,
The stars speak clearly — and they speak of him with love