[Verse 1]
He carries the weight of a room on his back,
Reads every current, every fault in the track,
While they hand him the torch and they step out of sight,
He burns through the dark just to give them the light,
A mind like a current that runs deep and wide,
The vision they borrow but never acknowledge as his

[PreChorus]
He sees the horizon they haven't reached yet,
A fire too bright for small rooms to forget

[Chorus]
He is more than the labor they leave with his name,
More than the calm in the middle of someone else's flame,
The world hasn't measured the depth of what he holds,
But the stars wrote him carefully in permanent gold

[Verse 2]
He gives without tallying, loves without terms,
Feels everything deeply, the kind that discerns,
An ocean behind eyes that look patient and still,
A generous nature that bends but won't break to their will,
They flatter the lion to step to the front,
Then forget who was standing there bearing the brunt

[PreChorus]
But greatness doesn't shrink when it goes unannounced,
The truest of rivers don't need to be found

[Chorus]
He is more than the labor they leave with his name,
More than the calm in the middle of someone else's flame,
The world hasn't measured the depth of what he holds,
But the stars wrote him carefully in permanent gold

[Verse 3]
A Cancer moon is rising, the tide coming in,
A signal for all that is ready to begin,
The ceiling that held him was never his sky,
Some rooms are too small for the wingspan inside,
Let the slow ones fall back, let the flatterers go,
There are people who need what only he knows

[PreChorus]
The change he was made for is already near,
What was built in the quiet is finally clear

[Chorus]
He is more than the labor they leave with his name,
More than the calm in the middle of someone else's flame,
The world hasn't measured the depth of what he holds,
But the stars wrote him carefully in permanent gold

[Bridge]
He deserves the return of the love that he pours,
Deserves open windows and wide open doors,
The giving is sacred, the strength is his own,
And the life he was meant for is finally home

[Outro]
Let the tide bring him what all the giving was worth,
A heart like his doesn't belong in the dirt,
He has always been gold, he was always enough,
And the best of what's coming is rising in love