[Verse 1]
There's a fire burning quiet where no one else can see,
A whole world turning inside you, deep as any sea,
You move before the moment, you feel before the words,
A mind that thinks in thunder, a heart that speaks in birds,
They see the steady surface, they don't see the tide,
All that courage you've been carrying, tucked just out of sight,

[PreChorus]
You've held so much in silence, let it become your art,
There's a reckoning of beauty living inside your heart,

[Chorus]
Spenser, you were written in a language all your own,
Every scar a stepping stone to somewhere you call home,
The stars don't make mistakes, and they were careful making you,
Spenser, what they see is just a fraction of what's true,

[Verse 2]
You give the way the ocean gives, without expecting shore,
You love with something ancient, always ready to give more,
But there's a door inside you that you've guarded with both hands,
Afraid the ones who enter won't stay long enough to understand,
That kind of love takes courage — yours has always been enough,
The tenderness you're carrying is the rarest kind of tough,

[PreChorus]
You've walked through rooms of silence and still found your way through,
There is no one on this earth built quite the way that you are,

[Chorus]
Spenser, you were written in a language all your own,
Every scar a stepping stone to somewhere you call home,
The stars don't make mistakes, and they were careful making you,
Spenser, what they see is just a fraction of what's true,

[Verse 3]
The world you're building doesn't need to look like anyone else's dream,
There's a calling in the stillness, a purpose in between,
You question what the given world says everyone should be,
And that refusal to be ordinary sets the future free,
The ground beneath your life is solid, even when you doubt,
You were made for something lasting — let the slow fire out,

[PreChorus]
You don't need permission to take up all the space you're owed,
The cosmos laid this groundwork long before you hit the road,

[Chorus]
Spenser, you were written in a language all your own,
Every scar a stepping stone to somewhere you call home,
The stars don't make mistakes, and they were careful making you,
Spenser, what they see is just a fraction of what's true,

[Bridge]
You are rooted like the earth and wild like the spring,
You are healing while you're building, you are everything,
Let the light you've kept in hiding finally find the air,
The world has been waiting, and you were always there,

[Outro]
The sky above your birth night knew exactly what it made,
You are not a rough draft, you are not afraid,
Spenser, you are whole — you always were.