[Verse 1]
He carries the sky like a secret inside,
The kind of calm that holds a thousand tides,
Weighing every word before it leaves his tongue,
Always thinking twice, but the feeling's never done,
He sees both sides of every storm and stone,
A mind that never lets a question go alone

[PreChorus]
There's a universe behind those careful eyes,
A depth that most will never realize

[Chorus]
Let the stars speak what his silence keeps,
Let the light reach the places he guards in sleep,
He is written in something that doesn't fade,
Held in the hands of the sky that made him

[Verse 2]
He loves in the language of small steady things,
A remembered detail, a noticing,
Not with grand declarations thrown to the wind,
But with showing up, again and again,
The heart that gives before it's ever asked,
The devotion worn beneath a quiet mask

[PreChorus]
And the wound he carries close to his chest,
Has only made him truer, made him best

[Chorus]
Let the stars speak what his silence keeps,
Let the light reach the places he guards in sleep,
He is written in something that doesn't fade,
Held in the hands of the sky that made him

[Verse 3]
He's the one who holds the room without a word,
Steady as the ground, yet always deeply stirred,
He walks the edge between the dream and the real,
Between what the world expects and what he feels,
Something old and certain lives beneath his skin,
A compass pointing always home from within

[PreChorus]
The weight he carries isn't his to prove,
The strength was there before he had to move

[Chorus]
Let the stars speak what his silence keeps,
Let the light reach the places he guards in sleep,
He is written in something that doesn't fade,
Held in the hands of the sky that made him

[Verse 4]
The tide is turning, something soft and new,
Like a season that was always meant to break through,
The part of him that feared the open door,
Is learning he was made for something more,
Not perfection, just the truth of what he is,
A rare and careful grace the universe won't miss

[PreChorus]
He doesn't have to earn what he already owns,
The cosmos carved his name into the stones

[Chorus]
Let the stars speak what his silence keeps,
Let the light reach the places he guards in sleep,
He is written in something that doesn't fade,
Held in the hands of the sky that made him

[Bridge]
He is rooted and reaching, both ancient and new,
The kind of soul that only time can see through,
Not broken, not finished, not too much or too small,
He was written with purpose — every last part of it all

[Outro]
Let the stars speak,
Let the light break through,
He is held, he is whole,
He is enough — always true