[Verse 1]
He carries the horizon like a second skin,
Always chasing the edge of where the light begins,
A mind that moves through mountains, never stays too long,
Reading every room for the truth beneath the song,
They see the easy laughter, the warmth he freely gives,
But no one sees the depths of the world where he really lives.

[PreChorus]
He's built his worth in silence, stone by patient stone,
A fire that burns the clearest when he burns alone.

[Chorus]
The stars wrote Mike in careful ink that never fades,
A man of open skies and underground cascades,
He loves like something ancient, wide, and hard to name,
And the cosmos keeps on calling him by his true claim.

[Verse 2]
He thinks in layers no one else can fully trace,
A hunger for the real thing underneath the face,
The kind of loyalty that doesn't need to speak,
That shows up in the silence at the end of every week,
He's wrestled with the weight of proving what he's worth,
But every scar he carries is a proof of depth, not hurt.

[PreChorus]
The questions that he carries aren't a sign he's lost,
They're lanterns lit by someone who knows what wisdom costs.

[Chorus]
The stars wrote Mike in careful ink that never fades,
A man of open skies and underground cascades,
He loves like something ancient, wide, and hard to name,
And the cosmos keeps on calling him by his true claim.

[Verse 3]
He's moved between the freedom and the need to hold,
Between the open frontier and the hand to fold,
He gives before he's asked and asks for almost nothing back,
Navigating light and shadow on a well-worn track,
There's a compass at his center pointing somewhere true,
And every road he's traveled was always leading through.

[PreChorus]
He doesn't need to prove it, doesn't need to explain,
What he carries quietly is a rare and sovereign flame.

[Chorus]
The stars wrote Mike in careful ink that never fades,
A man of open skies and underground cascades,
He loves like something ancient, wide, and hard to name,
And the cosmos keeps on calling him by his true claim.

[Verse 4]
There's a healer in the bones of him he hasn't fully known,
A quiet kind of power in the seeds that he has sown,
The world is full of people who were changed by how he showed,
The grace he carries lightly on a long and winding road,
He doesn't need to wander far to find where he belongs,
He's always been the answer to his own unanswered songs.

[PreChorus]
The universe has known him since before the day he came,
And everything he is right now is worthy of his name.

[Chorus]
The stars wrote Mike in careful ink that never fades,
A man of open skies and underground cascades,
He loves like something ancient, wide, and hard to name,
And the cosmos keeps on calling him by his true claim.

[Bridge]
He is held by something older than the words he's known,
Guided, rooted, celebrated, never alone,
Every bend he's navigated brought him here tonight,
Exactly who he's meant to be, exactly right.

[Outro]
The sky above him mapped this long before the start,
Mike, you are enough — you always were, at heart.