[Verse 1]
He moves through the room like the calm before the tide,
Reads every silence, keeps the scales inside,
A mind like a compass, always finding true north,
Weighing every word before he sends it forth,
There's a light in him burning where no one can see,
A quiet kind of knowing that he gives away free

[PreChorus]
They see the surface, still and composed,
They don't see the ocean he carries close

[Chorus]
Tom, you are written in something that lasts,
More than the present, more than the past,
Every contradiction, every tide you've known,
All of it matters, all of it's home

[Verse 2]
He loves like he builds things — careful and true,
Loyal to the bone in everything he'll do,
Grand in his gestures when the moment is right,
A warmth that pulls people in like the pull of the light,
But he's felt what it means to go unseen and unheard,
To reach for connection and come back with no word

[PreChorus]
Still he stayed steady, still he held the line,
That kind of endurance is a rare design

[Chorus]
Tom, you are written in something that lasts,
More than the present, more than the past,
Every contradiction, every tide you've known,
All of it matters, all of it's home

[Verse 3]
There's a hunger in him for a world that makes sense,
For beauty and meaning and something immense,
He'll fix what is broken before he'll admit
That something inside him could use tending to it,
The detail he offers, the standard he keeps,
Is a form of devotion that runs fathoms deep

[PreChorus]
He's carried the weight with a dignified grace,
That kind of strength has its own sacred space

[Chorus]
Tom, you are written in something that lasts,
More than the present, more than the past,
Every contradiction, every tide you've known,
All of it matters, all of it's home

[Verse 4]
The stars mapped a person of depth and of fire,
A Leo moon burning with something entire,
A Libra soul reaching for balance and peace,
Searching for the place where the restlessness cease,
He's standing at the threshold of all he can be,
And the sky, it has always been rooting for free

[PreChorus]
The universe drafted him carefully, whole,
Every scar was a syllable building his soul

[Bridge]
He doesn't need to earn what was always his right,
He was made for more than surviving the night,
Let the season turn golden, let the old doubting go,
He was born into brightness he's just learning to know

[Outro]
Tom, you are enough in the truest of ways,
The cosmos wrote your name in its longest of days,
You are held, you are known, you are finally free