[Verse 1]
He carries a compass no one else can read,
Born knowing the map but never the speed,
The brightest rooms couldn't hold what was in him,
So he learned to build cathedrals within,
He pressed his ear to the wall where the truth hides thin,
And heard every word no one bothered to begin,

[PreChorus]
The weight of other people's silences stacked,
But every layer he carried sharpened what he lacked,

[Chorus]
Khen, you were built from questions with no easy door,
A mind that cuts through marble to the bedrock at the core,
Every cause you've championed, every circle that you've drawn,
Khen, that's not a restless soul — that's a fire carrying on,

[Verse 2]
He reads a room the way a locksmith reads a key,
Every flinch, every pause, every thing nobody sees,
He loved like he was handing someone classified files,
Slow to open the vault, but then — no halfway smiles,
The few he lets inside find the depths run for miles,
And he asks nothing back but the truth without guile,

[PreChorus]
He built the house of his heart with exacting care,
And left the door unlocked for the ones who'd dare,

[Chorus]
Khen, you've walked your own meridian, cut your own line,
Rallied the forgotten toward a vision by design,
The circles that you've gathered, the corners that you've turned,
Khen, that precision isn't small — it's a world being built and earned,

[Verse 3]
The full moon climbs tonight over everything he's known,
And the long-guarded interior is finally shown,
Not as wound, not as warning, but as evidence clear
That the one who named what others feared to name is here,
He navigated distances no instrument could steer,
And landed at the only place that mattered — right here,

[PreChorus]
The rising light reveals what the hidden years kept,
A man who held the whole blueprint while everyone else slept,

[Chorus]
Khen, the moon is full and sovereign, and so tonight are you,
The work done in the margins now is overdue its view,
Every question you descended and returned from whole,
Khen, that's not a man still searching — that's a man who knows his soul,

[Bridge]
The ledger that you balanced in the dark without applause,
The draft revised at midnight without pausing for a cause,
The word you chose precisely when the room could not be still,
That was never obligation — that was iron-tempered will,

[Outro]
Khen, the stars didn't just mark you — they meant you to outlast,
Every circuit that you ran to reach yourself at last,