[Verse 1]
He carries the ocean just underneath his skin,
Still water on the surface, all the tides rolling in,
He thinks before he speaks but his heart thinks first,
Pouring out for everyone, afraid to show his thirst,
Home is where he breathes, where the walls remember too,
There's a whole world in his silence that the noise never knew,

[PreChorus]
He's built his worth with steady hands on uncertain ground,
Patient with the world above while roots reach further down,

[Chorus]
The stars wrote Ken before he had a name,
The moon mapped every river, every fire, every flame,
He carries more than anyone can see,
And every bit of it is worth exactly what it needs to be,

[Verse 2]
He loves in quiet gestures, in the detail and the care,
A presence like a lantern left burning on the stair,
He notices the small things, what others always miss,
And that kind of rare devotion is a rare kind of gift,
He's weighed the cost of every choice before he takes a step,
That careful heart's not hesitation, it's the deepest kind of depth,

[PreChorus]
There's a voice inside that second-guesses what he knows,
But every doubt he's carried made him stronger as he goes,

[Chorus]
The stars wrote Ken before he had a name,
The moon mapped every river, every fire, every flame,
He carries more than anyone can see,
And every bit of it is worth exactly what it needs to be,

[Verse 3]
The Cancer new moon rises slow and wide tonight,
An awakening is stirring like the first pale line of light,
What he's built through all the seasons wasn't ever built in vain,
Something old is turning over, something new is calling his name,
He belongs to something larger than the weight he's learned to hold,
And the story isn't over, not even close to told,

[PreChorus]
He doesn't have to prove himself to stand on solid ground,
The compass always pointed home, the home that he has found,

[Chorus]
The stars wrote Ken before he had a name,
The moon mapped every river, every fire, every flame,
He carries more than anyone can see,
And every bit of it is worth exactly what it needs to be,

[Bridge]
Every scar became a lantern, every wound became a door,
He was always enough, he just didn't know what for,
The world needs what he carries, every tender, stubborn piece,
Ken, you are held by something wide, and you are free,

[Outro]
The tide comes in, the tide rolls back,
He was never lost, he was finding his way back,
Written in the water and the light above,
He was mapped by something ancient, and it's made of love,