[Verse 1]
He moves through the world like a scale finding ground,
Weighing every word before he lets it sound,
There's an ocean underneath that still, steady face,
A tide that runs deeper than anyone can trace,
He shows up for everyone, quiet and true,
While the work of holding himself goes on out of view,

[PreChorus]
He's built his worth with his hands, one careful stone,
But the truest thing he carries, he carries alone,

[Chorus]
Jonathan, the stars wrote you slow and sure,
A fire at the door and a soft moon at the core,
Jonathan, you don't have to earn what you are,
The cosmos mapped you carefully, you're already far,

[Verse 2]
He loves like the whole room gets warmer somehow,
Like celebration is a language he knows how,
Grand in the gestures, loyal to the bone,
But somewhere behind the warmth he wonders if he's known,
Not for what he gives or how well he provides,
But for all those quiet tides he keeps tucked inside,

[PreChorus]
That hunger to be seen beyond the role he plays,
Is the most honest thing about him at the end of days,

[Chorus]
Jonathan, the stars wrote you slow and sure,
A fire at the door and a soft moon at the core,
Jonathan, you don't have to earn what you are,
The cosmos mapped you carefully, you're already far,

[Verse 3]
He's the one who sees the cracks and wants to heal,
Who thinks in careful lines to make the crooked real,
A mind that won't rest easy 'til the problem's solved,
A heart that keeps on showing up however deep it's called,
He's walked through rooms of noise and never made a scene,
And never let them see the weight of all that in between,

[PreChorus]
But every quiet sacrifice became a kind of light,
Every steady choice he made still glows inside the night,

[Chorus]
Jonathan, the stars wrote you slow and sure,
A fire at the door and a soft moon at the core,
Jonathan, you don't have to earn what you are,
The cosmos mapped you carefully, you're already far,

[Bridge]
He's the balance and the blaze, the anchor and the tide,
The one who holds the world together from the inside,
What he thought was not enough was always more than most,
The truest kind of strength is what no one sees the most,

[Outro]
Let the sky say what the heart already knew,
Everything you've carried, it was always leading you,
Jonathan, you're held in something older than the light,
And you were made exactly right,