[Verse 1]
He moves like a question the world hasn't answered yet,
A mind that holds a thousand doors and hasn't finished yet,
There's a stillness underneath the spark, a field of rooted ground,
He reads the room before he speaks and catches every sound,
They see the easy laughter, the quick and clever turn of phrase,
But there's an anchor in his chest that holds him through the haze

[PreChorus]
He carries more than people know, more weight than he'll confess,
But everything he's shouldered built the quiet he possesses

[Chorus]
Written in the twin winds and the turning of the earth,
Paul, the sky was counting down the morning of your birth,
Every restless question and every steady hand,
The stars already knew exactly who you'd come to be, exactly where you'd stand

[Verse 2]
He's loved the way a river loves — consistent, wide, and slow,
Not with words but with his presence, with the warmth that doesn't go,
There's a push in him that's primal, a fire quick to rise,
But his devotion runs so deep it never compromise,
He's wrestled with the distance between who he is and who he should,
And found that every single gap was filled with something good

[PreChorus]
The searching wasn't wandering, it was finding what was true,
And every road he ever walked was always leading through

[Chorus]
Written in the twin winds and the turning of the earth,
Paul, the sky was counting down the morning of your birth,
Every restless question and every steady hand,
The stars already knew exactly who you'd come to be, exactly where you'd stand

[Verse 3]
He doesn't need to fix the world, though Lord he'll try each day,
There's an ache in him for order that the mess won't hold at bay,
But imperfection is the door that lets the light come in,
And the cracks in him are not the loss, they're where it all begins,
He became the kind of person that others lean against,
Not because he never broke, but because he came back since

[PreChorus]
The healing that he gave to others lives inside him too,
What the stars wrote at his beginning is still coming true

[Chorus]
Written in the twin winds and the turning of the earth,
Paul, the sky was counting down the morning of your birth,
Every restless question and every steady hand,
The stars already knew exactly who you'd come to be, exactly where you'd stand

[Bridge]
He was made of earth and starlight, built of both the rush and the still,
Every scar became a compass, every valley shaped the hill,
Let him rest inside the knowing that he's never come up short,
He was always more than enough — that's what the heavens wrote

[Outro]
The cosmos mapped him carefully with ink that doesn't fade,
Paul is every promise that the universe has made,
Still becoming, always whole, still unfolding into grace,
The sky has always known his name, and held him in its place