[Verse 1]
There's a fire in him that doesn't need to announce itself,
A quiet king who carries the whole world on one shelf,
He reads the room before he speaks, he feels before he thinks,
He's the ocean underneath the calm, deeper than he drinks,
Born with a lion's heart and a scorpion's steady gaze,
Walking through the world like a man who's learned to brave the blaze.

[PreChorus]
They see the strength, they miss the tide,
All those fathomless currents running deep inside.

[Chorus]
Written in the stars that called him here,
Rick, the universe has kept you near,
Every scar a map, every storm a door,
You were made for something worth living for.

[Verse 2]
He loves like shelter, like a hand left on the door,
Like a man who gives you everything and then looks for more,
He fights for those he loves the way the quiet river fights the stone,
Not with noise but with persistence, carving paths when left alone,
There's a wound he carries home sometimes from somewhere old and deep,
But he built a house around it made of promises he keeps.

[PreChorus]
He never asks for what he needs out loud,
But everything he is stands out above the crowd.

[Chorus]
Written in the stars that called him here,
Rick, the universe has kept you near,
Every scar a map, every storm a door,
You were made for something worth living for.

[Verse 3]
He was born to seek the truth beyond the hills he's always known,
To ask the questions nobody asks and make the answers home,
A mind that won't stop turning, pulling meaning from the seams,
A dreamer with a craftsman's hands who builds what others dream,
The world has tried to narrow him but something won't be tamed,
He came here to transform the fire, not just to keep the flame.

[PreChorus]
And all the roads that bent him never broke the soul within,
He rises every time, finds the light he's always been.

[Chorus]
Written in the stars that called him here,
Rick, the universe has kept you near,
Every scar a map, every storm a door,
You were made for something worth living for.

[Bridge]
He is the tide that holds the moon accountable and true,
The kind of depth that only comes from choosing to push through,
The sky wrote him in its oldest ink before the world began,
Let him rest now in the knowing — he is more than enough, this man.

[Outro]
The stars don't burn for nothing, they burn to light his way,
Rick, you were always worthy of everything you are today.